morning.
Category: Poems

the green grass betrays me once again in the morning

and the over head angry clouds act as my warning

though the night has come and gone, gone and come

the darkened sky has left me feeling more than numb

it's so stupid how we leave our clean shoes at the door

when it's other household items that leave us feeling poor

it's so stupid that we silence ourselves to the magnificent pain

why do we not bring our friends, that dance in the rain