Each morning come usual
With intoxicated cocktail filled on feelings
Of dread, lostness, inevitable and unwilling.
Each morning comes usual
Telling about the night goes away,
Writing another alive day,
Waking up to the emptiness again.
It’s strange what runs in my veins now,
Aliveness, desires, undying need to see her,
Deathra, what is happening to me?
I feel different few mornings,
Seeking nothing to feel alive,
Why it feels Martha,
That I can have everything,
I could leave a legacy to remember.
Each morning comes unusual
With intoxicated cocktail of life,
All I desire to find you beside,
How come darkness I own
Starts to feel alive each moment.©sjwordsmith
Legacy | Poem