Winter Morning
disconnected mind waking in darkness
street shines with oil grit and raindrops
churning stomach and drip coffee
unmade empty bed vacant of beloved
street shines with oil grit and raindrops
water patterns on a window at dawn
unmade empty bed vacant of beloved
a desk a pen and clouded thoughts
water patterns on a window at dawn
the muse hides like a criminal
a desk a pen and clouded thoughts
blocked at every turn by regret
the muse hides like a criminal
stealing joy in a weathered briefcase
blocked at every turn by regret
a cup of truth to calm the nerves
stealing joy in a weathered briefcase
memory shines with grit and raindrops
a cup of truth to calm the nerves
disconnected mind starts writing
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