Same shit, different day.


Nascent.

My gaze unfastens, though the mind still dreams,
I quit the covers reaching for the dawns first gleam.
And with the rising song comes that relentless tide,
The looming quest; the weight I'm trying to hide -

Beneath the nascent, unforgiving sun
And the never-ending relentless rat run.



Poetry by John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-05-28 at 22:03

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anonface The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very relatable. But the good things is that "the mind still dreams." It can be so daunting to take the mark, get set, go in that race...reminds me as well of Émile and Remy, for some reason.
2025-05-30