Mornings are starting to be the telling time the ending bell
The time in the day when realization strikes and to fate you want to yell.
This morning like many throughout my past.
I awake to feel happiness slip that **** never lasts.
I believe we bring about our own hated misery.
This morning an empty bed and I dont even want to try to figure it out, so weary.
I believe that happiness is a very evasive fool
Never staying long enough to grasp, so not cool.
I awake this morning feeling more alone than I've ever been..
I sit here and wonder if I can even begin again
And if so to what end?
Again in life i find myself at this same dam bend.
What to do where to invest
Loneliness or unsettled emotion which is best
This morning I figured I'd awaken with his arms once more around me
But I awoke alone this dumbfounds me.
Maybe I'm just not enough
Maybe my life won't be happy just lonlily and rough..
So hard set I dont know that I would even have the patience.
To hell with relations.
Emptiness comes to dwell with in
No patience to begin again.
Copyright © Rose Henderson | Year Posted 2018
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