Poem # 44- Mourning Morning

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I couldn't clasp to think
And make sure I'll be certain for another sun
So I just went to sleep
To soon figure it out.

I could help but to ponder
If I should be awake early
For the shady daybreak peeks up
Witnessing me being chomped down.

And for after I thought, I suddenly slide up my eyelids
I'm too frightened for the upcoming coat!
I'm just so pensive about the fact—
Such demon would put me ahold!

And I for once, never even dared to go back and rest
For I can smell its overpowering scent
I just laid onto my bed— mourning morning with evident dread
How I wish I'll be dormant forever for I can desist the laying bad!

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