Turned Back

Random thoughts on a grey morning...


Another Morning

The bed lies listless, the pillows unused
The blanket lying like a tired soldier,
The room is still, the fan barely moves
Stretching the dense air across four walls.
Orange reflections of orange curtains
Are dulled by sunlight's scarcity;
The guitar has turned her back on me and I on her.
Blaring noises of religion,
Shake up the accustomed calmness of the morning air.
Saxophone is playing in my head
Not loud enough to drown out unwanted sounds,
Not soft enough to ease words out of my mind,
But it is morning. Not as mornings should be,
But as they sometimes are;
Tomorrow shall be a new day.