a
rise
cheap
in the thousands of mornings
thrown to the bed side
dirty
laundry
never comes clean
after too many onces over
laying there with my mornings
on the floor next to the bed
a
rise
lifts this time
no more
than a brow
where
the fuck
is that phone
a
rise
for not,
as silence
gives back its presence
and no message rings in to break it
battery
and the hope
it will last
leave some peace for now
a
rise
somewhere
out there but not here
sleep
takes back
what consciousness could not
and 'll bury it or spice dreams
good bye
this me
until I rise
anew
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