Starting the day
By fearing the worst
And hoping for the best
Throwing away old
Rubbish
Mindlessness
Clearing up my mind
A very early morning
Everything is tepid
Not even the coffee
Tastes good
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Aquarium
Giving life to these dirty walls
Life in the aquarium
Little oxygen, little life
What feeds us, what is feeding on us
What is uncertain,
The night falls already early,
Early in the morning
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New Day
Desperate
But clear sighted
Ready for change
Starting a new day
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Mornings
Morning is the worst part of the day
Tired and with the memories
Of past failure mixed with the
Stress of tomorrow
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Bad Day
Monday is a terrible day
Losing itself in it’s greyness
Night and day mixes into
An eternal dusk
While people getting back
To work through
Overcrowded streets
Wasted another week
And realise this when I
Get back to the reality of
No plans
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Morning Routine
Every morning the same routine
The same conflicts
And the running
Like a rat
Up and down the stairs
Running out
Coming back
Losing, not finding, forgetting
And eventually
She is gone
In a cloud of smoke
Missing the bus
And her life
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Awake
Waking up and losing hope
I am in a strange landscape
Desperate to find happiness
I don’t see it
Feeling lonely
Suddenly something else
A certain presence
Here I am
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Now
The cold red sun rises
Just a little above the horizon
Creating an illusion of day
Icy streets and stairs reminding
Us of our vulnerability
Moving carefully on our way
To face the daily perils of the world
The long workday promises only
The darkness of a cloudy night
When we eventually leave
Late in the evening
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Morning
The journey
throughout
The system
Deep tunnels
A few moments of light
Then the bridge
And the dark winter morning
Travel through empty streets
On the way home from work
The little lark is singing
Lost in time
