I am cheerless as the alarm rings
Pinks and yellows rise
The filthiness of last night clings
I have not been wise
Slowness of pretend violin strings
Alas, nil matches the skies
I cannot conceive that my eyes sting
I cannot believe I have cried
For the morning birds sing
But all inside of me has died
YOU ARE READING
Nosce te Ipsum
PoesieThis is a collection of poetry I have written. Free verse, Aubade, Couplets, Prose, and Laments. Probably some accidental Doggerels. Mostly I am posting this for my own enjoyment, but I hope others enjoy it as well. I will add more as I write m...
