A sadness
Divides you,
As you permeate
With eyes set upon the moon
As the sun before the settling
Of another drowned day.
Gift yourself
Each kind, loose hour
With remedies, you do not pass
From hands, that would rather lift
Attire, to show the scars
You keep from the blooming sun.
A face
That blocks more light
Than ever did the moon
When drenched in its own dearest,
Simple depression,
In the haze of despondent scenery.
The world shelters you,
Covers you,
Feeds you the lie that stows
Each remnant to a fading life,
Where reflections showed
More of yourself, never to divide.
Modern Romanticism 
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Amazing poetry shared by a talented writer.
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I loved the photo and the words. Honest, direct and demanding. This is poetry my friend.
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Thanks so much for the reblog, John, my friend. đŸ™‚
I’m glad you appreciate my poetry.
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I do and tomorrow morning. Your work will be my muse for my new work. You are welcome my friend.
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