Underloved
It's early morning,
And I'm in silence without noise;
Some thoughts wander, I can't reach them,
They were eager to see dawn.
My porch's sagging, rain is present,
You may be somewhere alone.
And raindrops are falling from my ceiling,
Like a hysterical rugged drum.
And here I am,
Unrested and watching;
This sunk heart,
Lonesome in love.
Copyright © Walter D Tomeo | Year Posted 2020
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