*isolation At Sunrise
Poem by David DeSantis
Dreams burdened with your eyes.
A recollection of temperance
From a soul as empty
as the spirits in a glass.
My mind remains heavily weighted,
with unfair remnants
of celestial lies.
“He would have been a boy”,
I sometimes wish
I was a glass.
It’s easier to break without a soul.
Copyright (C) David DeSantis
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