Decadent Dreams Poem by Toby Twigg

Every day I am born anew
Through the mud and sludge
Of decadent dreams
And some vague remembrance
That I'm connected to my past

I stare at a mirrored reflection
I do not recognize
My cold pinching shoes feel too far away to tie
As I try to remember where I'm going and why

I try to capture that which is lost
The world that was meant for me
Is not the world in which I live

My face feels the sting of one hand clapping
My eyes focus on the world outside of my self
The colors change from ‘Dali-esque vibrancy
To being all sooty and smelling of sweat

Ahhh, ... it must be Monday and time to go back to work.