Sighs-o-Plenty (Poem)
To my loved ones, Wake up cold and warm burning an aching numbing it’s a warning My soul sighs and my mind freezes Why doth not it to myself appeases? Cry, weep, and scream out your heart; these will be the best and worst part Of mornings of mourning till still noon. Yet hours post Meridiem go too soon Evening and cocktail hour are upon us; We pray to those who fight and not fuss At night aim our hearts at truest targets, then after we shall know what it begets! *** -Diana Beatrice Asteria Thank you for reading Support independent arts and writing today on Patreon!