Unfinished

I start the morning with a sigh; a deep exhale and then I cry silently inside myself, where no one sees (and no one can help).

My alarm it blares and moans, and it gets harder to move these bones. I choke back the night’s dreams and face the day through gritted teeth.

The light of the day starts to crack as I realise everything I lack. I am nothing going nowhere fast. What are your plans, please just don’t ask . . .

 

 

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