Morning Sickness
(Charles Smith - 1/20/2009)
Something isn't right.
Eyes...
Who's that looking back at me?
Faces I don't want to recognize.
Stomach turning, still
Morning doesn't wash the sins of night.
The Sun is shining, and I don't care.
Fight the urge to rise
Daylight only brings me to my knees
I don't want to have to play nice.
Never again.
I just want to sleep
But dreams...
They show me what I don't want to realize.
Two faces embrace the sun.
The Sun?
The Sun is shining, and I don't care.














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