Poetic Interlude #7

On Angst

Here I am, hoping

That this time, the glow of good fortune

Does not abandon me

As quickly as each day we lose the warmth of the sun;

That this night, sleep awaits me with opium dreams:

Visions of this future I chose, painted

In the soft strokes of a broken morning.

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