Lonely Is This Night
The wailing of a lonely night
as heavy eyes carry much weight;
rail of drops blotting moonlit white
without hope to reel or translate
a nail piercing her hollow sky---
The only thing she needs to ask
is an ending of pain’s goodbye,
while ripples of vision unmask
those wilted days robbing time’s grace.
Cold marble lips that have not kissed
the moist of springtime’s warm embrace,
from pleading of angst quite dismissed.
Any Poem Written in July 2016
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Posted7/23/2016/ Resubmitted 8/17/2016
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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