Morning arrives without invitation
Crisp light pierce's the gap in the curtain
Blinding like a floodlight, targeting and harsh.
Songs of birds filter through sickeningly sweet
It is to pure, the day has yet to be tainted
With unnatural urgency and false anxiety's.
They remain unaware of this bliss, sleeping
As I should be, awake with uncertainty's quiz
I bare witness to this blank page, untouched.
Waiting patiently for today's inscription.
Jul 22, 2011
Jul 22, 2011 at 9:07 PM UTC
Morning arrives without invitation
Crisp light pierce's the gap in the curtain
Blinding like a floodlight, targeting and harsh.
Songs of birds filter through sickeningly sweet
It is to pure, the day has yet to be tainted
With unnatural urgency and false anxiety's.
They remain unaware of this bliss, sleeping
As I should be, awake with uncertainty's quiz
I bare witness to this blank page, untouched.
Waiting patiently for today's inscription.
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