Caught in the haze
of life's drizzling
grays
... whose idea were
Mondays?
The endless scroll
through the sunshine
and the rainbows
takes it's toll
.. is it "trendy"
to bare one's soul?
The say just manifest
out of the mess
... has anyone ever
sheer-willed success?
An end-summer night's dream
leaves me baited
unsated
for he meaning
begging on my knees
that this less traveled path I take
is not just in vain of daydreams
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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