8:18 AM, no caffeine, no cessation.A Poem by Brooke Nicole PlummerMatutinal heartache. It happens.I'm not fooling anyone with this message A fool indeed, striking out more times than a hand count With our obvious laceration and wasted potential, would you burn with me? Would you burn back into me? I'm a broken record in a two-toned room Pining for vicinity, tossing and turning over enervation, being absent from the bed-side I could sense the universe in you A constellation almost aligned But doomed beneath the principle of curse An implausible denouement, hallowing calculations I swore I was permanent and said I was never coming home With you, impossible, And indestructible © 2012 Brooke Nicole Plummer |
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