Silly-Serious Poem – Stomach

Churning, whirring, refusing to settle
for a new day; convincing itself it’s not that time
quite yet.
Not ready for things to come.
Preferring the solitude of a zone
still sleeping.

Copyright owned by The Silly-Savvy Salopian, January 2020

Image by Wolfgang Claussen from Pixabay

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