Repeatedly Repeating Me Poem by Madrason .
Repeatedly Repeating Me
I am happy to see the light
piercing trough
my flower patterned curtains
watch the rays
spray mysteriously
on my skin
my books my
furniture
I woke up
surprisingly
by a magic beam
peeping through
my window pain
intrinsically
a dream of my death
a narrowing alley
did I beat a bad dream
out of my bed
awake to rise
again and again
repeatedly
repeating me
“Ah”, “life”.
Madrason 12 06 2015
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