Hour 5: Prompt 5: Lost in thought

The hardback chair feels like nails left upon the pavement

My wine glass sits perfectly on the table next to me as I stare into space

Wishing my life were full of more sunflowers and less rotten oaks

My satchel holds the knitting feeling I get when I gently pick up the debris left from the storm

Tomorrow will be better I always hope

Never knowing if my words will ever hold true

4 thoughts on “Hour 5: Prompt 5: Lost in thought

  1. If we stay right here, and start a rampage of appreciation for the wonderful things we have the pleasure of experiencing right here and now, tomorrow can wait.
    Such an honest poem. Beautiful ✨️

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