When Morning is the Hardest Part (Original)

in story •  10 months ago


Before the bright,

when evening's grip begins to loosen

like soft concessions in silent darkness

the whispered shadows lie like serpents in wait

that, as one, pounce with the climbing dawn

In her rise light feeds my third eye.



I can see from far away

You have swallowed the sun and filled the sky

Now quiet, you've stilled my fear and love

and sucked the air from this place,

stolen all the words.



Our language is a world without wind or trees

and you are a sentence that sets fire to air



@prufarchy

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Nice poet for the morning

love to read it.
thanks for sharing

It is a poetry full of feelings. I like it a lot.