March 2, 2026 by Mo Mahon
Sunshine, worried for a wasted day Why do I care so much As the sun seeps in through the slit of a curtain I can feel my mind run fuzzy Thinking of water and how it can be so costly Am I truly saddened by this Sunday Or was it the alcohol I slept through The dizzy spell I had felt so true Nightly sacrifices I try to make it up to you Yet I stare at the ceiling I feel irritable, angry, needy, and thirsty Watching the leaves cloak over the pavement with shade Leaving to bathe Towel texture unchanged My eyes fixate and then blur in and out Yet my mood is unchanged Walking about Buying things we can’t afford Smiling at sparkles and your attempt to give me the world I didn’t want to waste the warmth And in doing so I gave you nothing but my freezing touch My fingernails digging into the skin Fragmented by the pain within Sorrows felt for life left unloved Itching at my own inner turmoil Leaving me alone and vulnerable As you sit and stare wanting to undress my thoughts, I close them off, th...
