Poem -
MR SUNSHINE
The mornings groan
Under the weight of me
As if I am all their troubles
As if my heaviness might dent
the earth,
Cause a demon from the night to
curse,
Or worse...
To birth again
I try to stay still
To become weightless under the
blankets, hoping
They will pass me by completely
M P 26/9/21
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Sometimes a poem is just a thought, just a feeling — and that is all it has to be. This is simple thought about mornings passing by but the poem is sheer brilliance. It holds he reader on that moment. It makes the reader "feel" Awesome penmanship xx
When you wake and groan...oh god...another day! Horrible to feel that way but we all do at certain points in our lives I think...thanks Tina 💕