Jabbing at the tattered page, frustrated at my lot
How the camaraderie once was tight
but now the beauty is forgot
and I assess my plight
Whoa, I assess my plight
Hissing at the circumstance, calculating loss
Of fragile poesies that would fade
as blotch of ink swept across
the memories we made
Aye, the memories we made
Sighing at dashing hopes, duty now has won
Obliged that we must sever ties
in homage to the beloved one
And I muffle my cries
Yea, I muffle my cries
Arioso
cuhome
So often felt, by so many! And we continue, somehow, to move on! Wonderful poem!
Arioso
Thank you, Janet! People come and go from our lives but they always leave a mark and we often wonder whether we left a positive mark in their lives as well. I’ll be catching up on your work soon. I can imagine it should be a tonne
tsena
there is definitely music in this piece…sad music, but well crafted, i felt it!
Arioso
tsena
you are wonderful and you make me feel so awesome about my work! the feeling is mutual.
Arioso
Thumbs up to you, girl