In the morning,
I wake up.
Remnants of yesterday
haunt me still.
Which thoughts are they?
A little vague
in the distance
they lurk.
And have descended
completely over me,
I strive
to break
the morbid net
I am caught in.
I do not see
black and white.
This intermediate
vision prolongs
obscurity.
I drown in
the quagmire,
For how long?
This too remains
Obscure.
I wake up.
Remnants of yesterday
haunt me still.
Which thoughts are they?
A little vague
in the distance
they lurk.
And have descended
completely over me,
I strive
to break
the morbid net
I am caught in.
I do not see
black and white.
This intermediate
vision prolongs
obscurity.
I drown in
the quagmire,
For how long?
This too remains
Obscure.
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