I can still smell the lingering stench

coming from ashes of burnt bridges

I left behind along with dreams I’ll never find


Often I sorta find myself out here

beneath a lone darken sky umbrella

waiting for a wished sunrise filled with a surprise


Most days fly be before I realize they’re gone

I wear memories of her and heartbreaking hurt

like a branding on my soul no one else knows


Maybe one night a new moon will whisk me away

so I’ll never have to face, another disappointing day

making me the surprising change in someone’s….sunrise

Poet of the Light © 2019

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