Poetry

Breaking through.

The day was clear like a day in June,
Except it is November and slightly after ‘noon,
I was in one of those moods,
Those ones where you brood,
About the crannies and nooks,
Of your life; so you start thinking to make moves,
What to do? and what not to do?,
Just when I was about to snooze,
My phone’s LED lit up in blue,
A call came right through,
I picked up and said the first words I knew,
I said, “Breakthrough, Is that you?”
Little did I know that it was true. โ˜บ

Day 12 of 100.

5 thoughts on “Breaking through.

  1. impressive ….. no waste of words and unneccessary rhymes….and content is meaningful… narrative flows tooo… in short me likey

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