Awake again
In the early morning
A habit has formed
Fighting the pill
For the best time of day to write
No one else around
The only sound
Is the furnace heating the house
It keeps me company
Everyone else is deep in slumber
I used to envy them
Now I don't mind
The best compensation
Is writing this poem
It's like coming home
To myself.
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Author:
PerditaRose (
Offline) - Published: November 23rd, 2025 04:44
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
I feel this poem. It speak to the poet inside us that keeps us company. A lovely write
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