Lights II

Heavy eyelids, heavy

Thoughts early in the morning.

The sun comes up outside, like a warrior.

I will never win this battle,  I think. My mother’s

Voice can be heard in one of the rooms. I run to

Her arms

.

Swallow the pill. It’s morning already.

Don’t be so

Pessimistic about life. Ah, but

The sun is up there like a

Warrior

.

ML

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