A day for poem

Today isn’t a day for poems

Everything just seems a little bland

Often I look out over the desert

And think it’s a reflection of my mind

So vast and yet so empty you could fill it with the sea

Heat and dust speak of journeys ending and just begun

Today is not a day for poems

And still I think I’ll write

For even on days not meant for writing

Writing it what I like

Sometimes I miss home

Sometimes I miss my friends

Sometimes I wish an end to things I know will never end

It wasn’t a day for poems.

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