Feb 5
sliding, slid into darkness
cracks of light run hither
smiles and sweetness turn bitter
winter blues, anguish and Solitaire
morning... dragging me by my scruff of neck
warm human breathe in frosty
morning air
cracks of light run hither
smiles and sweetness turn bitter
winter blues, anguish and Solitaire
morning... dragging me by my scruff of neck
warm human breathe in frosty
morning air
mornings are sometimes hard at this time of year, but once I'm on the outside of the house... I sort of feel more human again, my first poem here, be kind..
