wake up

November 8, 2010
through knotted hair,
your bloodshot eyes,
rimmed with black
are sending me a message
that I can not decode.
you’re sitting in your room,
all broken and exposed;
nothing anyone can do;
no one wants to know.
now fall asleep against the wall,
a broken dream you see,
and broken dreams,
you ask for,
because it’s never as it seems.

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