Misty mornings with droplets hanging onto the ceiling, warm colours echoing through the cold corridors...deep brown, black gown, grey slippers, slithering through the diamond sketches on tiles with temperatures that are...unforgiving.
Tag teaming with the 0 degrees, loneliness wraps around you gently, on the scarlet red couch with the ice cream stains and yogurt lumps...Thoughts circulate, rotate and leave you to meditate, never leaving but living in your cerebral, locking your eyes on the celing fan, lights on and lights off, yours is always off, watching the problems whirl round and round...Self esteem, measuring to low magnitudes, attitudes change personality fades and your left...an empty being.Seeing, false scenes, question if believing is...for real.Misty mornings greetings with spine chilling atmosphere...we can only but breath...Live and live on.
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Misty Mornings
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sonofsun5211 says: quite a write!!. love your rhyme schemes... |
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