waking up to the sunrise often felt like a worthy challenge
its light blinding me with the warmth it brings
I wish to fight my tiredness but the bed calls to me in only the way comfort can speak
surprisingly I wake up to begin the day
YOU ARE READING
Crossing the dark moon
PoetryIt is up to every man to choose what path they follow. Whether it be in fairness or out of spite, the choice is up to the individual at the end of the road
