Another Mourning
Morning rears a dreadful head
and barks out her soul
leaving the bliss behind
to rest alone with thoughts
numbed from last night's nirvana
Foggy eyes pour over burnt toast
and runny eggs
a yellow blur occurs
was it a kiss or a slap of a slighted hand
holding me at bay
My mind sits still as the coffee turns
swirling aimlessly amongst empty ruins
I am at a loss
Pain strangles my throat
I curl my lips and pretend
as I muscle in another day
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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