Dark Mornings

Dark Morning

I woke up before dawn, and
The sky was hollow
I couldn’t even think
Of facing another
Empty tomorrow
Not one more, God
Not one more
And I remembered, suddenly,
That red shirt you wore
Found it, huddled in it, and
Fell asleep

But in that dim space between
Imagination and dreams
I had you back to hold me


11 thoughts on “Dark Mornings

  1. globalunison says:

    I can relate to such dark mornings; hollow feeling is an understatement. Thank you for sharing.



  2. PapaBear says:

    Mornings are always dark before the dawn, Cookie, but then new hope rises with the sun and you find the faith that each new day will be better than the last. Been where you are with emotions. I lost my first wife and our unborn baby 4 months after we were married. With time, it does get better, but you never forget. xo


    • Oh dear lord.. That must’ve been awful!
      I know about the never forgetting part, Paul. There’s so much that I wish I that I could forget, and so much that I hope I never do. I’m just trying to find a place in my head where it doesn’t hurt. It’s kinda taking a while.


      • PapaBear says:

        Most of it will get better and not hurt all the time, Cookie, but there’ll always be a spot or two that will be sore and touchy if someone rubs them. Be happy, if not for you, for me. xo


  3. There are many meanings behind this poem and it’s had me re-read it multiple times. Very insightful!


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  5. Madsies says:

    Happiness to you. 🙂


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