Morning Poem by Thomas Case

Morning

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Dawn will crackle with
madness, and a sad
soul sickness, that
breeds an all too
familiar
incomprehensible fear.

It's such hard
work to get that
click, to be okay;
to see the squirrels and
smell the leaves,
to lick the lice off the
sparrows and the grackle.

Sunday, September 12, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: depression
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Thomas Case

Thomas Case

Oxnard, California
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