On Breaking Up



On Breaking Up


The wild night weeps

And the night is unjustly cold

Alas, take hold, my grief dares unfolds.


But as morning comes

Birds sing songs of praise

Her Majesty Sun rises east,

Bringing destruction of my ways.


With sorrow burdened

My notes are driven true

They commiserate with might;

With cruelty, temptation plays in hues.

Like a friend in the clouds

With a sweet, mournful tone

The times I never listened

The sensations left alone.


With years moved along


From which comfort decreases

It’s the light that is challenging

With this type of pain, in pieces.

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