Hope Gone
Upon thy pillow,
I wearily hope
for youth’s restful nights
I once loved to spend
in towering dreams.
Images past
behind closed eyes -
romantic plans
and lofty goals.
Naïve thoughts
turn to aged
days of loss,
again
taunting
me.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
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