Empty Mug Poem by Jodilee Duke
Empty Mug
awake i lay behind closed doors
inside i shake with tears that pour
out the window my eyes do reach
hoping that the sky will teach
nothing in me seems to be
dried salt on my hands from the sea
i wonder while i'm in my head
do i coze my heart to feel dead
another day has passed me by
and still apart i am inside
but for now i must get up
to freshin my coffee in my cup
Well penned emotional picture. Life sometimes gets hard on everyone, but being able to stand up and reach that empty mug and fill it up with fresh coffee is what matters most and keeps us going.
wow this poem was very good. i liked it so much. i feel the same way sometimes. this was very good Jodilee
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/19/2024 9:39:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The concluding lines are beautiful.