Final Dawn

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  • Loss

    Final Dawn

    Hurt like broken bone
    A snapped twig
    A raven’s flight across the sky
    Red streaks at its wing tips
    Blood, smoke
    These are the food steps of the mighty - cruel one
    Who goes in the morning to twist
    Minds and hearts
    Thieving in the night
    Stealing happiness from sleepy eyes
    Cutting open old wounds
    Filling them with new blood
    Holding the searing flame to it

    Broken hope
    In ocean of misery
    Memory of good times fading
    Where to go?
    Happiness is but a little part of it

    Let’s go to the healing sleep of forgetfulness
    False friends, foes in disguise
    An innocent heart waiting for redemption

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    Moni’s Poems (17)

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    WHY? 2
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    A New Dawn 0
    Final Dawn 0
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    My Stars 1
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    Dead Trees 0
    Inward 0
    Roses that don't smell 1
    The Feast 1
    Dedicated to nosy/preying people: 0
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    The Threads of Life 1
    The Goal is here and Now 0
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