In My Woeful Hour

(The Writing Cooperative and Chalkboard Magnet Poetry Prompt)

Heath ዟ
· 1 min read

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.



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Heath ዟ

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