Morning breaks, but shadows linger,
Pinning me to a pillow-cloud I cannot leave.
Still tangled in a heavy sleep—
A comfort-cloud, a soft deception,
With secrets that it aims to keep.
I stand to face the morning glow,
To shine just like a rising star,
Only to find a humming bulb;
and the breeze is just the draft
but the chill of an empty house.
The wind I felt against my skin
It was the only emptiness of a hollow room..
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 11:02 AM UTC
Morning breaks, but shadows linger,
Pinning me to a pillow-cloud I cannot leave.
Still tangled in a heavy sleep—
A comfort-cloud, a soft deception,
With secrets that it aims to keep.
I stand to face the morning glow,
To shine just like a rising star,
Only to find a humming bulb;
and the breeze is just the draft
but the chill of an empty house.
The wind I felt against my skin
It was the only emptiness of a hollow room..
