Morning
It was 5 am and
Blue slits of light fell into the room
while i stared up at the moon.
I took deep breaths and was overwhelmed by
happiness but i began to cry because i felt so
absolutely sad that i could die.
At 5:30 i sipped bitter coffee and the wind pushed the
trees around and morning began to make her sounds.
Raindrops clung to the window and the world slowly
came to and in that moment i felt content knowing i
was the only one that knew i was looking at the
brightening sky.
So i'll sip my coffee and smile and cry at the beauty
that exists when the hours nigh.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world