Morning
Up again,
Awake and aching for a change,
A shift in the vicious circle,
Where life takes all prisoner,
And leaves nothing but stones
In the ground.
Don't make a sound
As you crawl beyond your bed
To open curtains,
Letting the Sun's rays
Pierce beyond iris, past pupil,
And into the void
Where hopes, and dreams awake.
All that's left is to create
In the waves of a wasted brain
Lusting, longing, lasting...
Aching for a change
This poem is about:
Our world
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