5: 03 Am Poem by David DeSantis
5: 03 Am
In this late hour,
I'm utterly alone.
no one,
else,
alone.
Your ego driven view
a cracked hour glass,
undeniable
to
alone.
why couldn't you have her,
too beautiful
alone.
only
a pillow can comfort
restless
and alone.
Uncanny. At precisely that same time I was feeling precisely that same thing. Only you penned it better than I thought it. (Oh, you know what I mean) . t x
Everything always seems so bleak when we're awake at that time in the morning. Hope the sunlight helped to make it all better. HG: -) xx
beautiful..........david.... read mine on the same lines....iam so alone and 2 in the morning
Rebel Heart's critique is spot-on... you certainly know how to create the embience of a poem.... well done Mr Mr!
The sparseness of the words upon the page, the image of the cracked hourglass and the repitition you use combine to create a sense of lonely contemplation in which the only thing you can do is embrace the restlessness of the hour...another fine piece of writing David.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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egos do conflict each other, david...conditional and incomplete love makes you a lone captive in its cage......you wrote it out very well