Morning.

I abruptly woke with the trails of dream still in my mind

spitting blood and vomiting til I was blind

My legs seem so hesitant as I crawl out of bed

I believe to exist you can already be dead

Theres a few other places that I'd rather be

than grey dismal England breaking away to the sea

for each drop of sun theres a cup full of rain

Such a bitter atmosphere it drives me insane

I have to head off to work and I won't be back til late

It seems I'm already caught up in this rat-race like fate

I can keep dreaming but the gravity of situations pulls me down

I try to be happy but each day I wear a frown

 

Reviews

[Rob Santana]

A life filled with gloomy days. I know it all to well. The thing is for me, it's in my mind and spirit gloominess dwells, good write.

[Wraith.]

Thankyou for taking the time to review.

[A. Amos]

Reading your work takes me in your world and all i find there is beautiful peace for lost soul, every work of your is magnum-opus!
Keep on writing you truly are God gifted my friend

[Wraith.]

What a lovely comment, thank you so.

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think life can make us feel this way often enough, and regardless of where we are waking up, our bad dreams are still chasing us, and the atmosphere outside is cold and damp, pretty much the same as it feels inside ourselves.