When Morning Yawns
A whirlwind of thoughts stir up silence
As uneven depths of despair
Paint bright yesterdays and pale tomorrows
A night filled with wandering addicts,
Their eyes speckled with the gloom of gray
Dreams colliding with reality
On fluffy clouds where they trip out
Love is as distant as a light year
As they drift off, lost in the stars
They have lost their garden of serenity
Time slips them wrinkled expressions
And if their slumber is too deep
They will not awaken from night's cocoon
when morning yawns....
2-16-19
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