awake i lay behind closed doors <br />inside i shake with tears that pour <br /> <br />out the window my eyes do reach <br />hoping that the sky will teach <br /> <br />nothing in me seems to be <br />dried salt on my hands from the sea <br /> <br />i wonder while i'm in my head <br />do i coze my heart to feel dead <br /> <br />another day has passed me by <br />and still apart i am inside <br /> <br />but for now i must get up <br />to freshin my coffee in my cup<br /><br />Jodilee Duke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/empty-mug/
