Shattered Sunrise

I wrote this when I was 15 and it was finally published when I was 17. Go figure!

Shattered Sunrise

         As I walk the cold, wet sands of life,
a shimmering coin of hope creeps into the
night sky on gossamer wings,
But,
         Without you beside me to share my joys,
my fears, without your loving embrace, without
you to dry my tears,
I see only a shattered sunrise.

(c)1988

mothermeatloaf

This poem may be found in the American Poetry Anthology, Volume VIII, Number 5, 1988, ISBN: 088147-065-1