Hurting Poem

Waiting For A New Beginning

My wife had left me and my two children, and sleep was rare for many weeks. As I'd lie thinking in the small hours of the mornings, the bird song at the break of dawn was a reminder of new beginning and hope. I would lay in the half dark waiting for the first bird to dare and break the silence.

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Loneliness Over

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Published: August 7, 2017

Daytime comes so slowly,
Slouching through the night.
My mind is torn and twisted,
Screaming for the light...
Of dawn in all its glory,
Its splendor and its song.
Why, even humble sparrows think
The night was far too long.

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