It’s eight in the morning
and I am still awake.
But it does not matter
For there’s no
measures of time
in a day filled with
grief and despair.
Eight
Words Under The Moon
{Poetry & Prose}
It’s eight in the morning
and I am still awake.
But it does not matter
For there’s no
measures of time
in a day filled with
grief and despair.
Words Under The Moon 