Poetry / Dawn
It is darkest at dawn and
that’s when I cry, Nature holds
truths: to me you never lie.
The whispering wind blows soft
through your hair, then memory
seeks you, I cannot but care.
But now time hunts us like a
snake out of the night, bringing
conflict, things never right. As
my world shatters, it is in
sadness I’ll walk slowly that mile,
to your grave, linger awhile.
Love cuts deep in my poor heart,
I still cherish you, even apart.
Say your name, utter my sighs,
then home. Tears; you in my eyes.
The end
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There is hope in this sad poem. I see it in the title. Dawn usually signifies promise and hope.
I like the sentences fragmented in the lines. It adds to the carelessness that goes along with the loss.
Consider eliminating “the end” even though it might be significant. It looks like you wrote it to signify the end of the poem.
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