Morning Poem by Dennis Go

Morning



Morning wakens
To cradle lost souls
Bonded
By its hand.

Undoubtedly,
It touches the wound
Branded
On my skin.

The pain rests awhile
And drudges itself
Among the numbness
Of scars.

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Dennis Go

Dennis Go

Manila, Philippines
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