Those Days

You know those days
when you awake
and gives good moorning to the things?
speak with lifeless and dead objects?
ridiculous acts and thoughts.
Then, you lose your love
And ask to yourself Why?
Because inanimate things remains consistent
And loves need more than 'good day for you'
Love requires something more!

My, now, is dead.Literally

poem by Mirna Morgan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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