Inconsolable 3 Poem by DM W

Inconsolable 3



I journey each night like a saint
In the holy rosary of dreams.
But you never come back to me.
Your lost somewhere in shadowlands

The beauty of trembling stars
Cannot compensate for your loss.
I feel like a dry bone in the desert.
I feel like I've died a thousand times.

Sunday, December 6, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: love and dreams
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