A poem on the Table


So tired you feel,
And I wonder how
Tomorrow can ever
Be warm again.

Left on the table,
Is the poem you wrote,
A poem of despair -
A reason to cry.

As the mountain fell
Onto the hills and crags,
The heavens screamed
In a burst of tears.

A glow in the night
Still burns so bright,
When I hold and read
Your poem on the table.




Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2009-10-23 at 04:21

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
I enjoyed this poem very much , Joel , had me recalling a words written by my , Nefue , when he was a child. As I could not talk to him about his word's. As a mater of prinsaplue. That tho by chance I come aross it.It would not have been right , so I keeped stom . He was and is all right .

Thanks , Joel
Ken
2009-10-24


Kathy Lockhart
This is such a moving poem. So sad with so much pathos. The picture is perfect for the feel of this poem. Well done. : ) kathy
appause
2009-10-23



the stuff of poets on this table my dear friend! It is a feast to behold to read it.

So stark, so dark, so true, each verse a pure expression of you, a fellow poet, with empathy in divine poetry.

Smiling at you

Tai
2009-10-23