Poem – Daydream

Hours become days
and the tasks I desire
succumb to the ones
I dread and I sit
here at the empty table
holding a cold cup of coffee
and daydream of writing.

What do you think about this post?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s