From the Pocket of a Dream
Another broken night
The black cloud of my soul
still collects the weight of tears
No more air to breath
The nitrogen of grief lives on
Shared on Poetry Potluck
and Poets United
© Eclipse 2008 – 2011
the sound of a broken night, always the same, telling you you will be alright, but first you need to survive the insomnia and the dark … Lovely!
powerful, but stark
Sending you some Oxygen …….
Love to you, and I hope you dont still get many Nights like this one. Hugs. Dreamwalker
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