Daybreak to Heartbreak
We can not see
as dawn breaks
or witness our sunrise.
Our eyes
are cloudy
As we break
into sunlight.
To grow from innocence,
we travel
a beaten path.
Searching,
for the brass ring.
Our eyes now see
and want
acting as if
we own tomorrow.
Yet from the beginning
yet never spoken,
our sunset is planned.
Our sunset is on the horizon.
Memories,
sweep tears into
the eyes of those who look on
observing
our exit
to hibernation.
And when someone’s sun sets
Memories,
sweep tears into
the eyes of those who look on
observing
our exit
to hibernation.
And fragile
like china
we all face our
Daybreak or Heartbreak
I like this poem!!!
Great stuff here: I think you should reach out more to the wordpress blogosphere I mean, you can set the comments to be moderated before publishing, and will certainly get a lot of traffic once it gets out there.
I like it, and I love your poetry. Thanks for coming by and reading my stuff…and responding to my email. God Bless
thank you Paul, for taking the time to come to my magazine. I would like to link up your blog to mine, and that way I know when you publish something, so i can check out your writing. Also, I’m glad you like our brand of Oddball poetry. thanks for coming, and please come back soon!
Reblogged this on and commented:This just felt so great to stlmbue upon as I’m reading around different blogs. Be very proud of the community we are all creating here. Much love,Melissa