Poetry In Slumber Poem by Denn Meneses
Poetry In Slumber
The glass is empty.
The faucet is dry.
The shadows linger.
It is cold outside.
An endless saga.
A crying shame.
The road is narrow.
But who’s to blame?
Laughter is easy.
Though no one knows
Deep down inside
The wound still shows.
A tear in the dark.
A silent scream.
Sleep takes long.
Where is the song?
The soul is famished.
The heart is chained.
When morning comes
The pain remains.
It is in slumber (meditation) that a poet molds his feelings and emotions into poetry! It is a self motivation that is innate of a poet. Nice poem, I can relate to it! A 10.
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5/1/2024 1:43:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
well expressed something that most of us go through