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She No Longer Cries ~ #poetry

07 Tuesday Aug 2018

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She finds herself lost on this lonely trail
Thoughts keep returning, sorrows prevail
A broken heart cries, so fragile and frail
Things she remembers, but cannot curtail

Darkness surrounds her, she closes her eyes
Trying to find the answers to the whys
Why this had happened, she quietly sighs
Tears long dried up, she no longer cries

Knowing she was not the one who had sinned
Emotions had caught them both, a whirlwind
As much as she tried, her feelings chagrined
For she knew he was gone, his love he’d rescind

But light, a reminder, her chance to forget
No longer, would she live, nor even regret
Starting over, she knew, with a different mindset
She’d never again be considered a soubrette

 

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Afraid to Fly ~ #poetry of #life

16 Thursday Feb 2017

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Alone and lost amid verdant ground,

High upon the wood, I’m found, looking

For ones who look like me, the ones

Who form my family, for without them,

I’d just gaze about, wondering

What my life’s about, afraid to climb

To soaring heights, afraid that maybe

I just might, fail to spread my wings and fly,

Fail to find the reason why, I was left here,

By myself, a lonely bird, upon a shelf

 

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Time Bleeds

10 Monday Oct 2016

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A rose reflects, time passes by

Seconds tick, with no reason why

Midnight approaches, stands still and then

Begins its same path, over again

When petals wilt, the memories, forlorn

My lonely heart bleeds, cut by a thorn

 

 

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He, in a Lost World

05 Saturday Dec 2015

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He sits around a table

Lost in his own little space

Fondling his cold coffee cup

In a lost, bewildered place

Talks to the empty chair

That’s seated across from him

No one answers back, you see

Or wonders where he’s been

It’s a solemn conversation

About how his life could be

Do not look at him with disdain

One day it could be you or me

 

Sadly, this is a true story. So many people, especially around the holidays, are simply looking for a smile, a hello, recognition that they exist. Smile at a stranger…you may be the only light in a very dark place.

 

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