Reflections Of Desperation

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    Reflections Of Desperation

    As I remember it was real rainy day.
    When the floods came in and  washed the city away.
    I had to start over and make a new life.
    I was hoping you would come too .
    Now reflecting without the comfort and love of you.
    I want to ask you when did we loose control?When did we reach the period when you wanted no more?
    I grow weary, thinking , about what could have been.
    I meant no malice or pain but I could give you no more.
    You meant no malice, you refrain,you took my youth away!
    I’m left with nothing at all,ju
    st an old, dark, empty room.
    And though I am not bitter I just want to let it go.
     
    A bitter pill to swallow for sure;a life of hollow memories to endure.
    A body dried with age Like a wilted Hand on a wilted page.

     

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

    pantleg’s Poems (6)

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    Reflections Of Desperation 0
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