A Mornings Word Poem by wordsy wright
A Mornings Word
I have sat at the table of sorrow
and tasted the woe of sadness
that has filled my cup
I have tossed in slumber
restless at the gruesome dreams
that torment a lonely heart
I have stayed the drastic rages
perchance to still the wanderings
of an idle mind
And I have wept the tears
that comes when all else has failed
(10/15/07)
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