8 Minutes

8 minutes just before the bewitching hour begins
I return to life with a cup of coffee
Sinning in the rain with the feeling
That we have run out of gas emotionally.

The feeling is dying as if I should be asleep.

We test sticky spells beyond light and pass them on over and over again.
We feel the witchcraft attached beyond the light.

Awaken to solitude. Awaken up to loneliness.
Awaken my brethren. Wake up dreaming and create.

The silence is almost finished.

-Jesse Haydn

Published by Jesse Haydn Poetry

The written word is life. I am the proverbial poet-at-heart.

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