mornings

Anthony Gatta poetry February 4, 2019 1 Minute

morning blur, twisting thoughts

sent down the rabbit hole

living in a delirious daze

until light overpowers the paper-thin shades

lifting me out of twilight

solid ground feels strange

before i’ve had my coffee

Published February 4, 2019

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