RoutineOrSomething

A Poem by ambur

My skin and bones slide out of bed each morning,

per routine, and it makes a cup of coffee, and it

takes a deep breath...and it cries. Then it puts

on its face and marches out the door to shake

hands and shoot smiles with other faithful alibis.

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Oh man! I can relate to this one. I feel this is for me,!

What an apt write for what we go through each day. I wonder what we would pay to be freed from what we call "the rat race". Thanks for sharing.

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Added on February 4, 2023
Last Updated on February 16, 2023

I'm alright in bed, but I'm better with a pen... I am the voice inside your head That you listen for with pleasure. more..

Heavy

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