Lost Somnience

I woke up before I was even half 'waken
Dozed some and dazed some, and wild worn-eyed
Where I was present and where dreams have faded
Bitter from events now lost in the mind

I wanted to punch out whomever I saw then
I wanted to pinch with a hacksaw like grip
I wanted to lunge out, and grab throats and call them
And when I finally gave in I bit my own lip

The morning tore through me head spun round
The thinking of a dream "me" not shaken
I hate waking up in the land of the synapse
Where nothing is solid but emotions are found

I wanted to go back and sleep out the issues
I wanted to go back and dream of red wagons
I wanted to go back and restart the morning
I never gave in and I made myself sick

There it was carried for hours upon hours
The remnants of fantasy without purpose constructed
The taste of the past woven recalls of our
Moments spawned from a nocturnal world destructed

I went back to bed for the night was soon calling
I slid down into that lost memorial of thoughts
I went back to sleep and took with it the gnawing
Hoping the next day brought reason and lost days forgot

© 2006 Cathe Jones