Clutching at Straws

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The man woke up one day
after sleeping for ages
Eons spent with eyes closed
body comatose, mind adrift
the unconscious seas
Imaginary creatures
unknown fears, unseen beasts
looking for a straw to hold on to

The man woke up and stretched
his tired limbs broken
from too much unuse
His blind eyes cried
on seeing the light
that set his mind on fire
He clutched the sheet, looked down
His bed was made of straws

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