Contemplating life from through the lens of your pen can give you a
fresh perspective and that’s what Falling Away is all about.
Falling
Away
The window yellows with the
light
of morning burning through the
heavy shade of streaming clouds
and it cannot kill the clinging
ache
of last night’s drink, it
cannot
kill the thoughts of winter
that keep
me huddled in my heavy coat and
slippers, the sound of my pen
moving
over printed lines that blur
against
the background of city lights,
the
distant roar of passing planes
that
have me shaking, falling away
from
sleep.
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