Day Dreams
Dream Among Stars PoetryPent-up yesterdays are stashed
in overflowing closets,
spilling out when opened,
and stolen caskets bask
in blinding light, clinging
to hinges to prevent gravity
from enforcing their ascent.
I am strapped to today, waiting
for a big enough push
to send me freefalling
into the arms of tomorrow.
when will i wake up?
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