With the day just horizons silver sliver,
thoughts of you running through my head,
The missing feel of your arms about me
Sleep evades, awake in an empty bed.
Should sleep bring her beautiful and kind,
My dreams afore her, a face unformed,
When I awake to realise, fearful that I find,
Her gone like zephyr's gentle breath.
Whether sleeping with dreams so vivid,
Awake lying alone with my thoughts my fears,
When I arise through alarms early call,
I glance back my pillow, damp from tears.
- Author: markziff ( Offline)
- Published: February 2nd, 2020 07:51
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 39
Comments3
Your prowess shines from this piece. A beautifully crafted emotional cry which will readily touch the heartaches of many.
Thank you kindly.
Very good emotive write.
Thank you.
You can really feel the emptiness by the last stanza. Good job evoking such emotion.
- Charlotte
Thank you, every day is how I feel.
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