The blinking cursor
and blank page
curse my blinking eyes
and blank mind.
The blaring talent pouring through the speakers laughs at the gibberish pouring onto blank pages.
The wishing heart
and effortless dreaming
leave me wishing for simplicity
and effortless sleeping.
The tired eyes racing through the missed moments to knock on their door with no reply.
The crawling anticipation
of the morning sunrise
have me crawling the baseboards
and mourning the lost time.
The hopeful expectation is known to not waiver as mercy is invited in with the dawn.
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