All is not lost
The map is in pieces
Daily routine speaks briefly
Containing sweet nurtures
Mornings filled with despair
Hoping for more, praying for more
Finding a way out of the covers
Dreams haunting me, prodding
Me like a branding bar – memories
Of old friends burn as lemon juice
Stuck beneath my eyelids
Beneath the sheets has become
My knights armor, holding me
Back from productivity. The day
Shrivels before it even starts
And I feel widened at the nigh
Like a grape ready to burst
Implore in opportunity to smile
Find large laughs inside hidden caves
Seldom will this last forever
Temporary only everything is
Fleeting and fawning
The clock is calling
Me back to sleep
12:05am 4/21/20
by the ivory rose