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Literature Text
There is a time when
my chest does not ache,
and my eyes do not throb with weariness.
I do not feel the familiar twinge in my head,
or the pang of regret that follows me in sleep.
But I take my first breath of the morning, open my eyes,
and it all collides with me.
my chest does not ache,
and my eyes do not throb with weariness.
I do not feel the familiar twinge in my head,
or the pang of regret that follows me in sleep.
But I take my first breath of the morning, open my eyes,
and it all collides with me.
but it flew away, for it knew no peace could live in these bones.
© 2014 - 2024 originalsophie
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I can definitely connect with this poem. I have mornings like this more often than I'd like. It truly does make you appreciate the days when you can find peace. This is a well-written piece and thank you for sharing it.