Awake with a kick-start,

I clutch my broken heart,

an intravenous infusion,

of adrenalized confusion,

hardly sure of my own name,

my nightmares got me good again,

saturated in sweaty evidence,

invalidated by benevolence,

through tear-filled eyes,

I slowly come to realize,

it’s the morning-time routine,

I am alive and my heart’s beating,

I’ve made it through another night,

to flood my heart with pure sunlight,

and use the sunshine to melt away,

the panic that’s hardly kept at bay.

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