Cold light of day
by 
pene
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Posted: Sunday, May 25, 2003 Word Count: 55 Summary: sometimes this is what it feels like to have a mental illness. |
The sun's warm rays
Cascade through
Partially drawn curtains
At dawn.
She recognises their presence
As she rouses from
Disturbed phantasm.
Earth's summer caress
Reaches to embrace chilled
Early morning skin.
Beach and woodland beckon
She fails to hear their call.
The voices scream her difference
As the cold light of day
Chills her soul.
Cascade through
Partially drawn curtains
At dawn.
She recognises their presence
As she rouses from
Disturbed phantasm.
Earth's summer caress
Reaches to embrace chilled
Early morning skin.
Beach and woodland beckon
She fails to hear their call.
The voices scream her difference
As the cold light of day
Chills her soul.