Morning Rituals

Tonight I have planned my morning rituals.
At night my sleep fills with uneasy dreams.
Its nightmares disturb my soul.

What if I would forget one step?
How could I accept failure again?

I hate that I am so predictable.
I see a life full of unhappiness.
I don’t know what I need to change.
Tomorrow will only bring more woe.

In my frustration, I begin to weep.
Today, the rituals were left undone.
Many days of confusion have begun.

I thought I could control the future.
My failures mount each day.
I am lost, but I hope that am still free.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

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About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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