Amnesiac Rising – A Poem by Brandon White

Friends, I am grateful that inspiration continues to find me. Another free verse piece arrived, and I feel my recent writer’s block losing its grip. I hope you enjoy it!

Amnesiac Rising:

Wake disoriented
to the chaotic room,

the clothes
on the floor,

and the sun through
the blinds 

to who do 
these belong?

The edge of
the bed

now the edge
of the world

Rub the half-
remembered 

dreams from 
aching eyes 

Faces familiar,
nameless ghosts,

Show me a heart
that isn't haunted 

What's worthy 
is sure to return

The amnesiac 
rises


-Brandon White