To an atum's green,
for the one who sleeps,
theres no more hope,
to bare with us,
but to be lean,
and never reflect,
the morning sun,
is always the one,
who never weaps,

Lest, you crash and burn,
the more you look,
the less you morn,
when will this be true,
want and desire.

Tweet

Comments on this poem/writing:

Click here to read other Poems by Chuko

Copyright©2017-1999 by Rebecca R. Hammack

COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved.   No part of this website, including all pictures and written words,  may be reproduced or copied in any manner from this website without  permission of the original author of the work.  All poetry and pictures herein remain the sole property of the original author and/or copyright owner.  All poetry on this website has been submitted by the original author of the work. To contact any author of the work please e-mail: dreamer@dreamersreality.com  so the proper person may be notified.