Saturday, February 10, 2024

Morning Is Broken


Morning Is Broken
by Lord R.e. Taylor

Laying in bed
Right when the sun first rises
Again sleep evades you
Kind of taunting you
Teasing your tired body with hope
While a thousand thoughts fill your head
Most make no sense but some are priceless
And they are the ones you forget
It is not your fault, it never was
It is all just a warped game
Created at the beginning of time
Designed to drive us slightly mad
It has been perfected over time
A punishment the human race must endure
And endure we will
Endure we must
If we can just stay sane for a bit longer

© Poem – IX/II/MMXXIV
LRET


 

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