The dark side of the road
where with bated breath I await,
faint glimmer of morning light.
It’s hard to forget when your
heart’s a glorious mess, how’s it that
we have patience for everything
I gather dried roses and breathe
in their fragrance, attempting
to recall the guiltless past.
Perhaps life would be more
meaningful when we realize we
won’t experience the same
I thought as I curled into the
arms of untroubled night.
Photo credits: Pixabay
Inspiration from the title ‘The Morning after Woe’ by Emily Dickinson.
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