It’s Morning, the sun’s out
The sleep? Nothing to brag about
Every living thing was up
An important day? A special event?
Still in bed I lay, mood descent
Birds happy go lucky, singing for dawn
Not enough energy to become corporate pawns
Better to roll over and call it a day
“what if it’s productive?” my heart would say
“What if it’s not?” My mind would portray
Then you will regret that first step
After all we are not meant for the morning
Demotivated energy weighs the body
This was supposed to be a prose
“How did it become a poem?” Who knows
It could be we are stressed
Could be tiredness
Written: September 18, 2017 by Malicool Whitby
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Emotions stitched in each word written
You read it, feelings smitten
Now we are deep within, Love fit in
Passion then follows, reality hits in
Moving forward with haste, Life quickens
Can I fill the space beside you?
The Longing Company
You are chaos waiting to happen
I, a mere witness to your enlightened dreams
Your blood and sweat stains your achievements,
The smell of perspiration emits from your fulfilled dreams.
I hear them reasoning, conspiring ideas mumbling
I hear them calling me into the meeting,
The Mc in charge of greeting.
Putting them to rest not to be late for my date with sleeping.
They can’t be ignored, the head is displeased
Exploring random matters, having calculated random chatters
The flow is a mess,
house under stress.
An unlikely story, who would believe?
A world created by an unchecked imagination
Unrecognizable thoughts flood the world
Knowing that this episode is improbable,
Yet I follow the same road, differentiation becomes unable.
I have entered a different plane of existence
A widen views, along with a growing mind
No longer can be contain by this closed space
Wisdom, A visionary.