Eight-line Poems 2

On Waking

On Waking

In that first moment when I awake,
the dream fades with the shades of night,
all that was clear and accepted
is now scattered and chaotic,
the shreds of meaning torn by the dawn,
and I am left befuddled and cold,
mourning in the dim light of morning,
bereft of another world’s charms.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 05.01.25
Prompt: Include the emboldened phrase in your poem.