Fugue State

Wilted roseThis is just a bad trend.
 
Hoping to go to sleep and wake up to its end.
 
 
Wake up, and I’m like,
 
"Oh NO!
 
Not this!
 
AGAIN!"
 
Uncanny de’ja’ vu I would love to dismiss.
 
A rendezvous, I’d have done better to miss.
 
 
Now  lost thoughts dumped into the unconscious,
 
Flooded in from the black abyss.
 
 

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