January 20, 2022Poem
There is no morning dew
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There is no morning dew
In my domain
Tim might steal it
Away from Bonnie
Leave it all a wasteland
Picking up the pieces in a storm
Fighting for the right
To call you mine
When bombs rain down
In early warning
Hide under your desks
Boys and girls
Board up all your windows
Wrap yourself up for the winter
Steal yourself
For what comes next
Sing your lonely songs
Of self-destruction
Play the fool
Take a chance on conversation
If that rings true
Walk with me
Talk with me
Until we find our peace
Condensed inside
Post-apocalyptic drops
Of sorrow
Twinkling in the sunlight
As bright as early morning dew.