23 Jun 2016 Leave a comment
I move to your warmth
but you aren’t there
tears deliver me to unhinged
dreaming
and morning shows up rude
careless
awful
.
you won’t be there
ever again
nor there
nor there
and mornings will arrive
rude careless awful
forever
.
death of hope snuffs out life
a morning has to come
not rude careless awful
breathing beings cease with
only rude careless awful
but hope is pliant
she offers herself endlessly to true believers
.
JSmith 6/23/2016
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