the taste of pear ( just a write)

Tis morning now
I eat a pear
the white sky kneads
it's sticky rain

I've sudden thoughts of suicide
They comfort when I can't abide

the length of yet another day
and writing is
a way to say

All the things we strive to hide
Yet overflow from deep inside
and when the tears come I curse

Press Delete.     Pathetic verse.

instead I write of simple joys
the taste of pear
the sticky rain

the cuckoo's call  the morning rose
A reset 
To begin again

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