Thursday, November 15, 2007

Morning poem: Morning sunrise

I awoke, in the pitch of black. I called out her name
I realized she wasn't there
Cold and lonely, I stepped out for a cigarette
the harsh wind, felt nothing compared to emptiness

I traveled down a place, a sea of a thousand faces
I could see hers but no matter how hard I tried
I couldn't get near her, the arms of the other faces
pulling me away.

I bite and kick, I force my way through
To only find her asleep. I caress her hair
Kiss her gently and fall back to sleep. With
the morning sunrise on my chest.

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