The pain is becoming unbearable,
How can one live like this?
The only swan in this frozen pond,
My achy muscles start to clench.
I try to blind my mind's eye
As it tries to reminisce....
The family plans, holding hands,
Even the forehead kiss....
My heart begins to twist.
The making love, the way we were,
What was all of it?
So many lies and emotional rides,
Hidden beneath a foggy mist.
Like the story goes, now I know,
He's the wolf wearing sheepskin garments.
They say home is where the heart is.
Well, our hearts have no home
And now we coexist....
Theres no catch to this....
Make it make sense....
Cjsmom
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Poetiq1der says: Peace and God's Blessings to you and yours...I love meter in Poetry, and your meter here is fabulous. Just an outstanding piece of Art Sister....Respect |
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hymnagen says: This is a lovely capture of a familiar emotional state. I digz, and I love this twist on that old saying "...He's the wolf wearing sheepskin garments." |
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Cjsmom says: Thank you both for taking the time to read my writing. @Poetiq1der I love rifts in music, so I guess it flows out of my pen that way. @hymnagen I have no idea where that came from, but it worked! lol Thanks again guys. |
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