#1810-Patience
15/07/2022
Organized, clean,
But hard to see.
This sunny morning,
It feels crowded,
And hard to breathe.
Perhaps remnants,
Of leftover dreams,
Playing mind games,
Somewhere unseen.
I think I’ll stay inside,
With emptiness, and quiet.
Morning mist often fades,
As minutes drift away.
Until then,
I’ll wait with gratitude,
For all my days,
Filled with plentitude.
Comments are closed here.