About Every Morning Writings....

so many things need to be written
every morning
you know all about them
and i do not have to even tell you
that all these are more
about sorrow

do i have to ask you
what happens to me when i do not write them?

i am trying to fathom your silence
we have been there
with all our fears

i do not have to tell you more

and if i were to tell you about all these
must i tell you
what shall happen about us?

the future is mean
the skies are cloudy
dark with the the warning of rain

shall i tell more about us?

forgive me
for i am tired
fed up but life's empty promises
hungry for more
failures
that serve as food
in our
everyday
table.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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