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Metaphorical Nostalgia

Epiphany comes all too clear when I wake upon the couch.
My cramped, crushed, disjointed limbs all twisted on that tired couch.
Perhaps a small part of me hoped to
Or even believed that I might witness morning from my bed;
to be carried up, tucked in, seven years old again.
But morning delivers its bald faced message,
Its reality check to seventeen.
For as I wake upon my couch, dressed in yesterday’s clothing,
Epiphany comes all too clear.



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smileykin234 said...
Oct. 1, 2012 at 4:30 pm:
Wonderful!
 
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BlueSunsetThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Sept. 29, 2012 at 8:41 am:
I liked this piece a lot. It's very well structured and interesting, and many people are experiencing what you are describing. Keep it up x
 
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wordbeater said...
Sept. 26, 2012 at 6:23 pm:
I think you have a really good vocabulary, and the structure of this poem is interesting, you're pauses are good. Where are you going? You had an epiphany? What is it? Take me there.
 
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