Morning, Morning

Daily Nightmare

Morning, morning on my brain
Listing out my daily tasks;
Frantic, hectic, and insane
Questions that nobody asks

Morning, why the weight of care?
Time is fleeting as the tide;
Night, I hope to see you there
Safely on the other side

Morning, morning, will it be
This way each and ever day?
Is this just my destiny?
The toll I must forever pay?

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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