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*isolation At Sunrise
DD (01/29/85 / Utica, NY)

*isolation At Sunrise

I awake,
Dreams burdened with your eyes.

A recollection of temperance
From a soul as empty
as the spirits in a glass.

My mind remains heavily weighted,
with unfair remnants
of celestial lies.

Cold,
Creeping,
Despair.

“He would have been a boy”,
She said…

I sometimes wish
I was a glass.
It’s easier to break without a soul.



Copyright (C) David DeSantis

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Comments (27)

Masterly done. I really like the following: Dreams burdened with your eyes, a soul as empty as the spirits in a glass, and unfair remnants of celestial lies. You used common images but not in a trite way.
This is simply amazing. Stunning piece you have here. Awe-inspiring. Five thumbs up and two stars.
I sometimes wish I was a glass. It’s easier to break without a soul these lines are a masterpiece...
This is an amazing poem 'From a soul as empty as the spirits in a glass' then followed by 'I sometimes wish I was a glass...' Nice work. But shouldnt it be I wish I WERE a glass? Your images are honed in, not overdone and you have caught the feeling in just a few words, as every poet should do. Raynette
Strange how an empty glass of alochol can make things so much heavier. It was frustrated and deep blue. Keep writing, Delilah
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