Today, I woke up with a heavy heart

Dragging me, weighing me down

But I need to get up

And face the day

A shining sun on the outside

Brewing nimbostratus clouds inside

Two empty gallons of ice cream

Crumpled papers and wasted ink

This lonely poet

Takes pity and responsibility

For all the dead trees

Whose souls are roaming

In these papers she wasted

For all she get are gloomy feelings

And words don't come home

How cruel of them to leave her all alone

Can we just get this all done?

At the end of the day

I'll settle with the sunset anyway