A Poet’s Lament

The stars above. Alone. Like me.
I cried sadness with no comfort,
Lamenting the light between.
I shivered, blue, like the night.

Morning never called me to wake
when there had been those dreams.
This way I saw sun speak,
Slow breaths of early exhaustion.

Again, with space in the sheets.
Silent words unable to fill
lines that were left behind.

Another day to write new dreams,
To plug the empty shape,
To paint another new life.

a poet's lament

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