Sometimes I Wake Up To A Stranger

Sometimes I wake up

to a stranger

the nature of my soul

is contorted by depression

into something

I don’t recognise

and even when

I’m face to face

with hope

I ask myself hope for who?

Because you cannot hope

for what you don’t know

you cannot piece together

a torn fabric

if it’s original painting

is a lost image

Sometimes I wake up

to a stranger

my memories

are still there

but the emotions

they evoked are lost

the dreams read

like a grocery list

and the imagery

they evoked

is now a blank page

i dread living

like it’s torture

and every breath

feels like

I’m taking on water

Sometimes I wake up

to stranger

one I don’t feel

like getting know

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