After Hours..., Poetry

No Rules

Pain isolates

and tears melt away

 

all the things you were told

all the rules of life and living

of fillings and feelings.

 

The only thing that matters

as you cry throughout the night

 

is to know the one kindred spirit

that remains

with the coming of dawn.

 

© 2015 K. N. Dozier. All rights and reserved.

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