Napowrimo Day3 (Remove filter)
Fatigue
This morning’s glorious golden hour
On this day, leaves me cold.
The sweet dawn chorus lingers on
No joys to me unfold.
No light or beauty penetrates
The fog within my head.
Become so numb, I can but wait
In longing, for my bed.
For National Poetry Month 3rd April 2019 – prompt from IG @tristameer “use the word ‘golden’ in a poem”.
Wednesday 3rd April 2019 1:07 pm
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