mornin has laid
its pale gold hands
across the windowsill
while my head
can’t seem to find
a reason to leave
the impression it’s made
in the pillow
and the hours keep passin
somewhere beyond the curtains
one blendin itself into another
til the whole damn day
has come and gone
without anythin inside me
movin enough
to even notice
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Poetryan otherwise beautiful day
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I wish I can lay in bed all day. The problem is that my mind still will be moving. No real rest. Nice piece