When All Hope Died
I can’t
recall exactly
when all
hope died
inside but
maybe it
was as
recently as
4 a.m. this
morning in
my sleep
just before
the northern
summer sun
began
to rise.
I can’t
recall exactly
when all
hope died
inside but
maybe it
was as
recently as
4 a.m. this
morning in
my sleep
just before
the northern
summer sun
began
to rise.
Filed under poems & short jabs