The morning has come around again,
condensation on my window pane.
Daylight’s weak rays enter my room
and finds a space amongst the gloom.
I rise slowly from my bed
dress myself then scratch my head.
A feeling of loneliness cannot be hid
an emptiness inside that I can’t get rid.
The long days only serve as a reminder
of a time when life was so much kinder.
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