As I wait for dawn..

The faint rays finally down..
I retire to wait for dawn.
Muscles ache by the toil never ending.
I crawl inside to be met by a gasp of emptiness.
The sack by the corner always lay.
In its arms longing for my nowadays scarce embrace.
By the look its aging already.
Its scratching strings now crying foul.
Down I lie..
The moon’s rays in through the gaping holes..
The shivers increase as the breezes take their stroll..
Its the only way to wait for a new dawn.


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