Every morning
I wake up with the news
of bloodshed.
I feel my body,
desperate to know whether
I'm still alive.


Every Morning - Poems


Every morning I wake up with the news of bloodshed. I feel my body, desperate to know whether I'm still alive.

Every morning I wake up with the news of bloodshed. I feel my body, desperate to know whether I'm still alive.

Every morning I wake up with the news of bloodshed. I feel my body, desperate to know whether I'm still alive.

Every morning I wake up with the news of bloodshed. I feel my body, desperate to know whether I'm still alive.