I’m weary waking, cold and shaking. No dreams or wishes nor morning kisses. Share this:TwitterEmailRedditFacebookPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related 2 Comments Tomorrow morning likely to be better. Good poem, cold and bleak. Reply Thank you. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ Post navigation Previous Previous post: Relief, releaseNext Next post: Unintelligible
Tomorrow morning likely to be better. Good poem, cold and bleak.