Deprived
Sunrise off in the distance stretched
to the limits of apprehension and then
deprived
of the dreams of yesterday's highs dropped
in the ache of the touch, is that enough
to hide
under blankets of regret, chilled to the bone
as the hen heats her home and rooster's nary roam
aimless eyes filter pages harboring lonely cries
and I'm wondering why, stuck here staring at the sky
Deprived I hide in the recesses of my mind
Sleepless wonders as time seems to rewind
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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