I awake, <br />Dreams burdened with your eyes. <br /> <br />A recollection of temperance <br />From a soul as empty <br />as the spirits in a glass. <br /> <br />My mind remains heavily weighted, <br />with unfair remnants <br />of celestial lies. <br /> <br />Cold, <br />Creeping, <br />Despair. <br /> <br />“He would have been a boy”, <br />She said… <br /> <br />I sometimes wish <br />I was a glass. <br />It’s easier to break without a soul. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright (C) David DeSantis<br /><br />David DeSantis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/isolation-at-sunrise/
