Dawning, yawning, stirring, still in slumber...
My heart now hollow
To save filled from sorrow
For what will be tomorrow?
Look to today they say
Harder view that way
Pinpoint to just one day
World swimming full of emotions
Interaction all a commotion
If only there was a magickal potion
Dream states, dream scapes
Helps to isolate
The coldest form, most forlorn
Love so near, precious dear
Yet so far, I do fear
What has become abundantly clear
Threads oft wear, or even tear
Struggle then eventually break
Rarely though, they can grow
For which I pray for heaven's sake.
About the Creator
Dorn Simon
Dorn began writing at 7 years old, poetry & short stories.
Author/Poet/Column: Gollum of the Psyche (Self-help genre), 'Hymn a Day to Hekate - Έκάτη (Devotional), The Misdeed, The Melting Pot Anthology 1-4, DornDryad's Blog, Aiteach.
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