pale light steeps,
hardening the sweat on my back
in creeps relief
but you don't know that.
one dawn, one day,
the sun won't bring the hope of something new.
One day,
I won't search for it, the morning dew
making my shoes wet.
One day,
the sun will stream in.
and it'll be just another morning.
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 1:31 AM UTC
pale light steeps,
hardening the sweat on my back
in creeps relief
but you don't know that.
one dawn, one day,
the sun won't bring the hope of something new.
One day,
I won't search for it, the morning dew
making my shoes wet.
One day,
the sun will stream in.
and it'll be just another morning.