#2201-Contentment

Today feels bland,

Rusty, never ending.

Yet it’s early morning.

Some music,

Black, sugarless coffee,

A cigarette.

Watching smoke float,

Ignoring a swollen throat,

Where words are dammed,

With nowhere to go.

Yet these too,

Are blessed days,

For the journey goes on,

And this is just a curve,

That will soon end.