Morning of Despair

Turned my head with despair

heaps of books on the bed

searching in the wrong place

answers won't be there

look down instead

for the tears you shed

walking away she said.

My heart is full of marks

like dregs in a morning cup

waiting to be washed up

be served, reused one more time

Numb,

the soul fights to stay alive

remains in the coffee cup

pigeons're hungry to thrive.

I looked at her back

- I did. 

beautiful black silhouette,

my shadow abandons

without regret.