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Bury My Darkness

I remember the dream
But not where I was
Flying above the ground
But not the sound it made
It was inside my time
Ticking ticking away

There was no runaround
The weather never mattered
To everything I wanted
Dreams, partial and true
The suffering was morning
The joy, sleepy submission

There is nothing so shallow
As the limits of the light
I bury my troubles
Inside the darkness
All I need is your touch
Even if I never wake up


Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on September 05, 2019:

Thank you both Louse and Lorna. I truly appreciate your kind words.

Louise Powles from Norfolk, England on August 30, 2019:

That's a lovely poem. I enjoyed reading that, thankyou.

Lorna Lamon on August 30, 2019:

A sense of poignancy in this thought provoking poem Mark. You have a way with words.

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