Sepia Visions
Nestled in the arms of night's embrace
I wait for grievous thoughts to fade
as though they were bubbles popping
one by one, in a fluted glass of champagne
When bold colored memories languish
sepia visions distort my sorrows
and the scars branded across my heart
become blurred by the moon and stars
I'd rather not recall the depths of sorrow
No need for crayon drawings of it all
Time should erase the heartache I feel
but it's moving much too slowly, I think
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2020
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