Morning Philosophy

It’s funny how a moment of
can become so unforgiving.Watching the rain
through a window
through the windows
to my soul.

I swear,
sometimes I can feel the
world turn.

Slowly lulling me
into realizations,
some of which I wish
weren’t true.

I think about the years,
both good and bad,
the quiet morning,
the ones I love,
the ones I lost,
the state of the world,
then back to the rain.

Violins & cellos
in my mind
the whole time.

Another sip of coffee,
another cigarette,
another thought,
another song.

This is the strangest world
I have ever known.

How it ends
I do not know.

it never will.

Β©James Dennis Casey IV

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