The Morning Hope Left Me

My feet feel heavy, my hands looks redundant, The day is nondescript, the sunlight reluctant. Inevitability continues to pave my path smugly, She loves to remind me she won’t end abruptly.  My reflection’s just shapes, grey and contorted,  The night bled me dry as my dream was aborted, Reality’s a cold mistress, her compassion’s empty,Continue reading “The Morning Hope Left Me”