By means of an apology, I write this forward. An unsettling nightmare took hold of me this morning, one where people I love were divorcing. I tried somewhat to capture that despair, but worry the following poem (now bearing little resemblance to my dream) falls flat in both my experiment with utilizing anapest and the expression of the fundamental emotion I attempted to convey. So, call it an unfinished draft, something I may never show interest in again. At least, it rhymes.
Drip drip drop, drip drip drop, falls the rain.
Reservoir from the roof’s broken drain
sounds continually through the day.
Sunlight caught this morning in these play:
the release of last night’s bitter tears.
Moments can destroy the work of years.
Rainbowed colors now shine in the air.
Miniscule fireworks, a sad flare.
Whatever the reason, how can this
empty house outweigh that hollow kiss?
Tale Told 
Powerful
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