I STARE
I stare!
not aware
mind is all blank,
feelings of being overwhelmed,
but do I care?
when there is nothing to share.
mornings of most mornings,
contemptuous am I;
of others there
with their feelings,
openly on display.
therefore;
do these feeling lift?
or keep on top of me,
but like a fog on the drift,
some days I do believe,
contain a certain amount
of hope and lots and lots
of sunshine to bless your day...
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