Poems ✍️

On the dawn of the morning next,
when I woke from sleep with hope-
the day before had never come.
Hope, mercilessly abandoned me,
choking the verve of life from me.

You were gone, yesterday and, I,
can still smell the efflorescence
blanketing rose covered wood and soil
that married you with the earth,
the inevitable's of mortality.

Life moves on...such bad cliche;
Yet, it does, though quite anemically,
as Hope be laid to rest,
along with you, my love,
as consequence for having lived.




FjR-MMXVIII