Lost in a Day

Lost in a Day

morning to morning
night to night
the blending of days has become
to me a frightful hallucination 

when there is no way to begin
nor end in sight
life becomes grim
the world around me grows drear 

a cage of insanity bars around
my mind, how can I find
a way from this cell, from this hell
hell indeed, bound I concede 

given up, given in,
from this world of circles 
I cannot win 

lost in a day
which, I cannot say

10/29/21 – Andy McRae

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Andy McRae

I have been writing poetry for the last 13 years. It all started as an assignment for a creative writing course. I never thought I would like writing, as I am dyslexic and language was always a struggle for me, but I fell in love with the art form in that class.

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