Category: Writers Block
The day was dark
I thought it morning
When I woke in the afternoon
The clouds hung there
No light was there
I smiled, but felt cold
The ice outside, I felt it
So I tucked myself away
I woke to find the dreams I had
Had made me tired
Twisting my thoughts
My hands warm
But the rest of me iced over
With the lifeless feeling
When I opened my eyes
I was aware of existence
I laughed and lay there
In my burro .
What a neat picture. thanks.
Bob