poetry (Remove filter)
Before the World Wakes Up
unlocked of chains each morning
my mind is freshly out of it's shower
soaked all night in spinal fluid
let's dry off with a cup of sunrise coffee
cat whines and yelps for crunch
this day starts off with the fading feelings
leftover from the distancing of my fresh dream
my subconcious slipping away
but here I hold a string I left there
if I could only pull mysel...
Sunday 28th July 2019 2:02 pm
Recent Comments
David RL Moore on Too late too late
2 hours ago
Rolph David on Love The Light, Embrace The Rain
2 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The roads taken
6 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on still, the Earth breathes
6 hours ago
Marnanel Thurman on The roads taken
6 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on where shadows do not drown
6 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The Empty Streets of Ego’s March
7 hours ago
Larisa Rzhepishevska on The Policemen Arrest The Men.
8 hours ago
Ray Miller on The Empty Streets of Ego’s March
8 hours ago
Ray Miller on The roads taken
8 hours ago