the slow dancing at dawns

pain whispers the
void of emotions.
love is hurt by
your goodbye.

drained in sorrow
and lamentation.
love is abandoned in
dirty fields.

so many ghosts
are telling us to leave.
so many wrongs
have ruined our days.

we live in the
angst of many yesterdays.
our only escape
is the slow dancing at dawns.

 

2020

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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3 Responses to the slow dancing at dawns

  1. bejamin4 says:

    Like that a lot: “love is hurt by / your goodbye.”

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