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I woke up this morning
only to realize I have forgotten where I’m from
As I watch the people
I realize I have become seriously numb

From a world
into which I was originally born
As I grew older I chose a different path
sitting here I realize my inner self is torn

A bit confused
or is my realization suppose to be this way
Opening my eyes
to see how I am now living each day

Just when I seem happy
someone tears my feelings apart
It’s when I become confused
and wish for a brand new start

Having started over more than once
creating a reality in this world that I live
Happiness must be somewhere
oh to have it what must I give

This morning is no different
than any other day
The truth lies before me
my own path I pave the way

The people around me are so different
quite often I find myself in a negative mood
How long must I sacrifice
and try immensely not to be rude


Written: 23 Jan 2018
Copyright © 2018 E. Wayne Searles. All Rights Reserved
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Sudden Reality
Date: Tuesday, 23rd January 2018 @ 01:42:22 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: waynster


I woke up this morning
only to realize I have forgotten where I’m from
As I watch the people
I realize I have become seriously numb

From a world
into which I was originally born
As I grew older I chose a different path
sitting here I realize my inner self is torn

A bit confused
or is my realization suppose to be this way
Opening my eyes
to see how I am now living each day

Just when I seem happy
someone tears my feelings apart
It’s when I become confused
and wish for a brand new start

Having started over more than once
creating a reality in this world that I live
Happiness must be somewhere
oh to have it what must I give

This morning is no different
than any other day
The truth lies before me
my own path I pave the way

The people around me are so different
quite often I find myself in a negative mood
How long must I sacrifice
and try immensely not to be rude


Written: 23 Jan 2018
Copyright © 2018 E. Wayne Searles. All Rights Reserved


This poem is Copyright © waynster


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