Morning Sake
Wasted vision
a blackened sight,
a deep dark secret
within the night,
a howling force
breathes through the air,
so moved to seek
or should I dare,
beneath the covers
which consumes my space,
throughout my body
in this empty place,
shadowed voices
before I wake,
the light of dawn
for morning sake.
4-12-18
Copyright © Mario Diletto | Year Posted 2018
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