Sunday Morning 5:43 A.M.

My dream hangs over in the morning sunrise

As the putrid humidity stains my skin

My skin crawls amidst the quietness of my room

Not even the city below me has awoken

What time is it......

In the solitude of my lonliness

The discontent with my life

Swells and festers with my procrastination

Depression now for so long has now become so...


Too big of a heart and too great a synical perception

I care and sometimes I dont care

(go back to sleep............... be better tomorrow)

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