Remembering Nothing (Draft 1)
I am so sorry to awake
to remember I’m nothing,
and know that dreams are impossible
The day drags on from
the cries of sunrise to
a sunset whose beauty
is empty without you
I don’t want to be awake
and don’t want to
fall asleep to nightmares
Basically I think I’m done
cooked with the wrong spices
As with the tides
I am in and out
And there is little time
I used to think
I had a scream
But now I know
I’m too gentle to live
— Douglas Gilbert
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