In My Woeful Hour
(The Writing Cooperative and Chalkboard Magnet Poetry Prompt)
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1 min readMay 20, 2019
Sitting under Gogh’s starry night,
caressing these scars you bore upon me,
dizzy with desire, I waited for you.
And now, in my woeful hour,
you remind me —
I am so far gone.
The morning assaults my wakeful state,
exposing relentless raw nerves to twist
under the crush of my own expectations.
And now, in my woeful hour
you remind me —
set it free, let it be.
Poetry by Anna Rozwadowska, Daphelba DeBeauvoir, and Jenny N Olson used for this piece.
