Fatigue

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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”.

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