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Til Morning Light

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{Til Morning Light}

I've doubted my

happiness along

awaiting for my newer

sins til morning light

and as I rewrite all

of my stories and

compete with my

never-ending ends

that seems to never

be ending for me daily 

and I don't have time

for no imposters

because I will only

fade away at the

rumbling watery

morning light while

rewriting all my new

and old stories before I

am dead washing away

with the red roll tide til

the mornings glorified

breaking daylight   


©Tina Glover all rights reserved 2014 


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Tue 13th Nov 2018 17:04

absolutely one of my favorite writes.. beautiful....

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Taylor Crowshaw

Sun 4th Nov 2018 06:43

I could relate to this poem in every way. Thank you for sharing..?

Big Sal

Sun 4th Nov 2018 05:05

For me, the last two lines personify what it means to be human. Very well written piece.

Best wishes. x

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