There Are Days When

There are days when there is only me, savoring my few hours of barren solitude. There are days when red ink from my loves letters play crystal clear memories of our perpetual love oh how it hurts. There are days when my own voice scares me. These teardrops become eternal waterfalls that cascade down my ebony skin There are days when if given the choice I would end these memories, and fly among the morning clouds that echo of brilliant blue. Pick a Theme Poem Contest #4- There are days when 8/21/2018 Sponsored by Viv Wigley