Lights dim,
Eyes drowsy.
Still and tiring aches
Take over many a limb.
Our minds slip away— lousy.
The minds twists our life
Into hidden meaning,
Odd what comes about
But that’s how our head gets
A good inside cleaning.
Running though still,
Falling though stayed
With head resting on pillow fluffed
And our mind in a river of thoughts it wades.
The blanket so warm
And toes exposed cower in fear
Of the cold
That the night rears.
A cursed beeping sound
Makes you rise again
From your rest
And nothing but coffee makes you
Feel your best.
The cozy nest is abandoned
For another time, another day.
About the Creator
Ava D
Writing, animals, food and music— makes for a perfect day… 😁 I am bringing pieces of me and my heart to the page that I don’t show elsewhere, my good side and my bad sides— hope all my sides are good stories to tell. Enjoy!!
Poetry
Fiction
Lover from Long Past
Lover from long past, how are you doing now I wonder? Does your long hair still brush the chair when you sit down? Do you still have the same laugh as I remembered from high school? Have you... got married... and have a soulmate and sweet children to put a smile onto your face every hour of the day?
By Jerry Liang5 days ago in Poets
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