Early

by Sinister Soire   Nov 1, 2005


It's another early morning
And I'm all alone out here
Nothing left for me to find
Nothing left to hear

All alone and at my desk
I find my world intact
But it isn't real still
It isn't based in fact

I spend so many mornings
Early and so late
Sitting here with nothing left
But contempt and hate

All these early mornings
Give me time to think
They save me from the foolish antics
But break my vital link

All these early mornings
Have changed me from a boy
Transformed me into something else
With anything but joy

copyright 2005 © Logan brown

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  • 19 years ago

    by Lindsey Bosse

    With anything but joy is such a good line...so beautiful...It makes perfect since and explains everything I feel a lot of times...thank you for explaining that for me sweetie. I love you for your talent and your willingness to put it out there...it is amazing what you do...love you!

  • 19 years ago

    by Not Bulletproof

    Awww babe, I wish things were more joyous for you. *Hugs*. I'm sorry for everything, and I hope you can feel better soon. I'm glad you wrote, I miss your writing when you don't post. You're so amazing, and this, as your other two, prove it so well. Take care please, Logan. Smile xxxxxx

    Love always,
    Sarah.x.

  • 19 years ago

    by Chantelle

    This was a really good poem i loved it! Luv Chantelle

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