On Writing · poetry

Moonlight and Despair

I’m brooding over a mug

Of black coffee at 4am,

Trying to warm my cold bones

And broken heart…

Oh please,

I drink green tea

After my morning yoga;

I’m about as happy as it gets.

Unfortunately mountains poses

And sunrise

Don’t sell quite as well

As moonlight and despair.


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