Waking Up Lost

Eyes opening as slits
In a skin I barely know
Yet I see it every day

The sensations are wrong
Nerves misfiring
Causing phantom touches

Motivation is lacking
Though I still want to start the day
A voice says it’s all for naught

I push and prod at my heart
That beats only to keep me alive
Not wanting to indulge in fantasy

What happened in my dreams?
Did a specter steal a piece of me?
Condemning me to a life of being lost

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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7 Responses to Waking Up Lost

  1. sounds like a tuesday to me! powerful poem, Charles, sounds familiar. I believe in you 🙂

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  2. Yes, a piece of you was taken. Now you have to wait for the results. Nice poem.

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  3. “What happened in my dreams?” could be a huge component of a fantasy novel… 🙂

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