At Last Poem by La'Chelle Yount
At Last
Drops of reality finally land
Dressing me in storm clouds
Wanting everything to be sane
Sitting here letting the cigarette burn
Dreaming of you once again
My way seems to long
It will be dark soon
Not enough light for passage
Writting down my thoughts
For once making sense of me
Screaming in relief of this
Twisting around only to find my shadow
It is really me this time...
Isn't it?
At last
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