I pause at daybreak
And utter prayers with sparrows,
I know there will later be
Encounters that require
Swords and sharp teeth,
Violence within turbulent shadows.
The mind is filled with gloom
When humanity becomes
So many dead numbers
That never add up
Or fit into an equation,
I’ve lost my fascination with romance
And can’t become half of a couple.
My heart is a pocketful of spare change,
The bank account of love is spent;
My arms are meaningless and helpless
In the realm of an embrace.
Sounds like you've given up the fight. That's OK - when you hit the bottom of the barrell, that's when destiny smiles on you. Take heart - love will come again........at least that's what they say (whoever THEY are) ! Sad, but poweerful write. Linda
Much creative power expended in the making of this poem. Excellent work.Uriah. Kind regards, Sandra
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Oh, that's so sad Uriah, I feel like giving you one big hug to make up for all your sadness. A lovely write, so poignant and melancholy. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX