Dawn, Tomorrow, Early At Dawn Poem by Hebert Logerie

Dawn, tomorrow, early at dawn, I'll be coming
To spill my guts and my heart at your doorstep.
I am coming to tell you how much I am suffering.
I miss you dearly, what occurred was a misstep.

Dawn, that was a gaffe. Presently, I'm unable to sleep
To eat, to dream, and to live. I drink all day and night.
I cannot function; the pain is too harsh and too deep.
I'm coming peacefully; I have no plan to argue or to fight.

At times, I'm even hallucinating, I'm hearing and seeing
Things that don't exist. No difference in winter and spring,
For me, I'm in dire shape. I would love to be with you again.

Dear Dawn, I'm coming to reconcile our nugatory differences.
I sent you gorgeous flowers; I even demolished the fences
To eschew hindrances. Hug me, kiss me, and heal my pain.

P.S. This poem is dedicated to my favorite French Poet, Victor Marie Hugo.

Copyright © December 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.