When day breaks,
And might should come,
But nothing,
Nothing but
Nothing.
When noon marches,
And the sheets feel heavy,
The air of the room
Fastening you
Down.
Then night settles in,
And your bones buzz,
And your muse says
"Tomorrow
And
Tomorrow
And..."
Wait
That's something else.
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 11:00 AM UTC
When day breaks,
And might should come,
But nothing,
Nothing but
Nothing.
When noon marches,
And the sheets feel heavy,
The air of the room
Fastening you
Down.
Then night settles in,
And your bones buzz,
And your muse says
"Tomorrow
And
Tomorrow
And..."
Wait
That's something else.