Waking
Waking, thoughts runThrough my head.
as does the pain,
Within my chest.
Yawning lyrics,
wax then wain
Thoroughly, As I yawn
Then comes the pain.
Hidden from others
And myself I guess,
Yawning the pain
Hits me within my chest.
From inside my head,
Another day l exist.
Leaning tenderly over,
She gives a kiss.
The pain within subsides,
Snuggling, cuddling, whispering
This is what she said.
As a cornucopia of thoughts,
Run rampant in my head.
"Could you.... would you,
Make me breakfast in bed".
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2021-11-30 at 13:31
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