In this late hour,
I'm utterly alone.
no one,
else,
...
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Rebel Heart's critique is spot-on... you certainly know how to create the embience of a poem.... well done Mr Mr!
The sparseness of the words upon the page, the image of the cracked hourglass and the repitition you use combine to create a sense of lonely contemplation in which the only thing you can do is embrace the restlessness of the hour...another fine piece of writing David.
Everything always seems so bleak when we're awake at that time in the morning. Hope the sunlight helped to make it all better. HG: -) xx
Uncanny. At precisely that same time I was feeling precisely that same thing. Only you penned it better than I thought it. (Oh, you know what I mean) . t x
egos do conflict each other, david...conditional and incomplete love makes you a lone captive in its cage......you wrote it out very well
beautiful..........david.... read mine on the same lines....iam so alone and 2 in the morning