This Morning.... - Poem by RIC BASTASA

light braves the shutters
like knives
stabbing whatever darkness
was left
under the bed
behind the brown curtains
my eyes shun
what glow comes from
without the windows
fearing their own wooden
this is a bad day
waking up at nine
and not knowing what to really do.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 22, 2010

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