morning

haunting words from Ryan Kelton

The Poetry of Ryan Kelton

he has forgotten
himself again,

as morning comes
devoid of memories.

grey sunlight
casts a pallor

over the silent
room, contained

of lost thoughts
that dissipate

with the approach
of another day.

eyelids will lift,
and he will

behold the
hollowness

of raw
dawn.

(1/28/17)

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Author: Max Meunier

Feminist. Ailurophile. Musician. Poet. Human.

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