Get Your Premium Membership

4am

my stomach growls, insisting I eat poking my skin already cant sleep dog snores neighbors dream I lay, just starring zero money to claim future not planned no calendar here, each day I dream each night I see still I am here with a muse to feel a muse to gaze a muse to eat morning brings sun and coffee that will fill I got it good

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Shattered Sighs