In The Morning Poem by Marilyn Jean

In The Morning



In the morning
So unusual now
Reflection
Alone, here
I wrote too much
Talked too little
Achieved nothing
Who will make sense
Of it all
Nobody
Not even them
Such a long haul
And going nowhere
Little will remain
Nothing ever strive
Here I just wait

In the morning

Wednesday, December 6, 2017
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