This Morning

morning is the blazing ray blotting pattern
on my wall.
morning is the chirpy birds unevenly
twitting outside my room.
morning is the chattery neighbors
exchanging morning gossips on the street.
the world is in normality.

I am not.
the rugged bed, the food abstinence, the
silent despair are obvious signs.
let me skulk in my fortress.

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