How could they? Those golden fingers prying through the dark nights
Fresh dawn dew tingling my reddened nose
Loss is still ringing in my ears, deaf toward a new morning
Bittersweet thoughts still living on my tongue, I'm not ready for coffee
I'm not ready for the warm touch of morning, when still in the clutches of mourning.
About the Creator
T. Licht
I have a love for words and a love to share them.
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When you stop trying to please others and cease striving for perfection, your light returns. We often believe that women become unhappy because they are not pretty enough, not perfect enough, or not hardworking enough. But what truly exhausts women isn't these things. It’s trying too hard in life.
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Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH6 days ago in Critique
Comments (6)
bravo
Such a powerful poem - so full of emotion and loss.
Ouch- I feel that…
Definitely captures the day after loss. I still remember the day after my father passed and the sadness that the world wouldn’t stop, but kept going. I had to keep going.
Gonn say this is so creative,slightly sad but perfectly written
Sad and beautiful