Goodmorning Honey

Goodmorning honey, so they say

distant at heart.. but close at screws

so vivid you see, you without me

things missed for things misused

selfless laws governed me

troubled, shrubbed up with worry

lack of info.. scarred me with strife

memories I must bury...

The writings of death stepped in my life.

No waves of comfort at night

abused my thumb to fumble your channels

dimantled warmness.. rushed cold nights.

the attire is only a blanket, shirt, pants and sandals

darkness with a candlelight only hoping to get to light

Goodmorning honey! so, they say

played my strings til they  were worn