Good morning, Mirror,
you exhibit tiredness today
with eyes glued shut
to keep the light away.
Both of your hands grip the sink.
I promise it'll be better;
just another eight hours
of nervous pressure.
I appreciate your faith
no matter the cost.
You'll never grasp
I've had my fingers crossed.
The most habitual drug
is existing as complacent,
then there's no need
to crawl from the basement.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoesíaPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
