Harlequin Rose

Rookie (Nebraska)

Endless Tuesday Mornings - Poem by Harlequin Rose

At night I am everything I fear
In the morning I am nothing I can't handle
I claim the dawn
for yesterday is simply what I was
and tomorrow today will be gone.

Emptiness builds a home here
in between hearts where hollows have bred
a deepening sea of nowhere consumes
and eats away at every connecting thread.

A Tuesday to spare
fingerprints on the edge of a frosted midnight dream
a promise in pieces, so untrue
endless Tuesday mornings going against the stream.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 11, 2009

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