aww, sometimes waking up is regrettable. I'm really drawn into the mood of this poem. "Confused, a somnambulist enemy I became..." - it makes so much sense! excellent wordsmithery.
No friend, indeed! I hate it when this happens.
I woke an enemy to Hockey...specifically 6am practice..."luckily" the baby had been up since 4am. There is a poem in there somewhere.
This speaks to me. It seems like you have chronicled the last 15 years of my life in but a few sentences.
I'm not sure if you mean't it, but you referenced 'A Wonderful World.' This whole poem has a sense of desperation that I really struggle to capture when I write.
SC, there is always wonder to be found somewhere in this world. (Borrow a young child to know wonder.)
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