Morning Shadow Poem by John Lembi

Morning Shadow



With his back lying on a torn mat
Consuming the thoughts of tomorrow
Gazing at its fruit
Heavy was the mind to lift

His heart burned in sorrow
Darkness took over the light
How it would be for the tender souls?

How they wished to remove the yoke
Orphanage was not a joke
So interesting were the nights
The nights of folktales

Tears we could shade in dreams
The sober minds conquered
conquered with complicated dreams

A hard morning to believe
With a darkest shadow
What a sorrow departure he had
Never to return

Morning Shadow
Thursday, April 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,sickness,sorrow
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