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Blind Anticipation

October 7, 2017

A blank stare with confusion to boot.

The swill of beer, still fresh in my mouth.

I see what I don’t understand as my next step.

Tapping on my phone nothing seems to be real in this world.

Staggering with a blind anticipation

I find that this is no way to live, but my epiphany is found in a blackout.

Weeks and months crawl forward in a grand leap.

Words escape me, I’ve swooned.

Love like this can’t exist, and I think I’m crazy to feel the passion burn for me.

I don’t understand, but it makes sense.

Levels maxed out at tens, I’ve found something that should not be.

A being with more to give than I can express.

My only want now is her satisfaction.

From → Poems

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