The Restless Mind
In that but dimly understood
twilight time between sleep
and awakening consciousness
memory probes for those
times-past concerns that
seem to hover deep within.
Recalling events and reactions,
regret and mourning, and
above all, the pensive what-ifs
of possibilities that a restless
mind still engaged with sleep
conjures from the interior
of an unwilling return to
hapless guilt in consideration
of failed alternatives. When,
in full realization of retrospect
there are no alternatives.
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
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Poetry
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