Murray, UT, USA
Okay...I decided it was time to post one of my "sad" poems...hope you like it!
Each evening brings a sense of dread;
For, as the shroud of night is spread,
I face, once more, an empty bed
I try, in vain, to go to sleep,
As, slowly by, the hours creep.
I toss and turn; I sigh and weep
And, when, at last, the night is gone,
I gain no solace from the sun.
With misty eyes, I glimpse the dawn
-Troy J. Hoecherl-
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