MORNING

what do I do now,
the morning blooms
too bright
for my eyes to bear.
it's cold and there
are
things I must do
too tired to shuffle
through these empty rooms.
the day will be long
again
and I have no one to talk to
no one to fill my heart
to help me from falling apart.

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Comments

Rula

11 years 5 months ago

Another

sad read joe. Hope the bright morning will bring you some day a friendly heart to fill yours and at least with words we can share with you part of your world, your poetry.
Thanks for sharing.

Geremia

11 years 5 months ago

:) dear friend. joe

:) dear friend.

joe

loved

11 years 5 months ago

talk to the sun

Talk to the sun

Look yourself up in the mirror of time
we all age,
the world’s only a stage,
why rage,

read a library book
page after page
and then
meditate, meditate, mediate
read my left over ones today,
you have a long, long, long way

come and smile
as I comment on yours,
in my imitable way

Rula

11 years 5 months ago

Good pieces of

advice indeed dear loved.

loved

11 years 5 months ago

thanks

modified as advised

Seren

11 years 5 months ago

Dearest Joe

This is a morning that many awake to, me included some days lately I just want to turn over and go back to sleep and forget the world while I sleep my life away but I cant do that I have to keep on going as best I can the last couple of days I have spent packing an cleaning etc. Its been an emotional ride the last few weeks and I am trying to face the dawn, I have to say I love the night its quiet and dark beauty has always appealed to me never more so than now

wonderful poetry hun sad but .... you know

much love my friend your Jayne xxx