Present Company Excluded

In lamplight dim
the shadows grow
of prospects grim
with heart in tow.

On tree-lined street,
in slumber deep,
lost love I meet
in dreams I'll keep.

Awake in bed
on pillow lies
this laden head
with tired eyes--

Each morn' I greet,
I greet and mourn;
Earth and my feet:
a bond I've torn.

Just 'round each bend
my future lies;
no hand to lend
to hault demise.

For ones I love,
it's much too late:
no sky above,
no soul to mate.

© 2013 Nicholas Emeigh

This is a poem by Nicholas Emeigh, a writer and artist from Philadelphia, PA. You can see more writing, art, and design at my website:

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