Daylight

poem by: Justin McElveen
Written on Sep 01, 2021 

Daylight.
Some mornings it comes up when it shouldn’t.
Some mornings it won’t come up quick enough.
Bathe in it.
Run from it.
Love it, as I love myself.
Hate it, as I hate myself.
My best friend and my worst enemy.

If it wasn’t for imagination, I’d be screwed.
If it wasn’t for imagination, I’d be just fine in this daylight.

 

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