Morning Again Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Morning Again



I am just another broken candle
My light dappled in pain
Sometimes life is the falling rain
Dripping wax
You are a dim dream
Even lust runs down the drain
Van Gogh sighs

When beauty fades in dark shadows
When religion feels like guilt
Existential nausea
Nothing intellectual left
No desire to impress you
Light through the window
It’s morning again

Thursday, June 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: hockey
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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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