The creep of unknown feeling

The creep of unknown feeling,

the drift of hidden fears,

the wondered thoughts appealing

still dog through unshed tears.

In morning’s stark awakening,

they stand beside the bed,

and guard the hopes of yesterday;

reveal what is unsaid. 

I watch with sad acceptance,

such things ephemeral,

and know they fly on other’s dreams;

to shadow every step.

In truth they don’t belong to me,

they have another cause, 

and yet they trace across the world

because our hearts are one. 



About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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