almost dawn
blackbirds on the telephone wire
waiting
as I eat yesterday's
forgotten sandwich
at 6 a.m.
an a quiet Sunday morning.
one shoe in the corner
standing upright
the other laying on it's
side.
yes, some lives were made to be
wasted.
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Comments1Just came across this poem and wow, it really hit me. It's got that early morning vibe when everything feels still and quiet, and it's like the mundanity of life is just there in front of you. Really made me think about how some lives are just meant to be wasted, kind of sad but true.