Barefoot Poetry

SS Matthews

Sunrise

1 Comment

Deeply introspective images of an inner landscape
barrenly, quietly, screaming for truth,
honesty and self-love. Hope is faint,
not feign, but fading, falling
as the last petal of a scorched rose.
The tower of psyche, the last bastion of ego,
crumbles in a wash of acid tears.

Still, what remains is tomorrow.
A new sunrise
buries the night freshly rinsed in despair.
It is a glorious sunrise.
Watch her burn!

SS Matthews improv

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Author: SSMatthews

Author of The Moon and Rowan Wolfe and Wolfe's Banes.

One thought on “Sunrise

  1. This is gorgeous I am honored and very happy that my work has inspired you! When I saw your comment I was hoping you would turn it into a poem.. You words are so very kind thank you =)

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