Ray of hope | #NaPoWriMo | Day 17

Mornings are rough

sleeping is tough
happiness is scarce
life becomes a farce
nothing seems well
no sign read can tell
how bad heart feels
with what all it deals
every second is bad
all decisions are sad
breathing seems much
tasty remains no brunch
and just then you need
a ray of hope and a seed
to help you grow out
and fight off your doubts
yes it’s hard to believe
but you must perceive
it’s round the corner tree
waiting for you and me.

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