angels
left out in the cold
turn to dust
when I remember
to dial back
the pain
of their loss
I am caught in
the snare
of days gone by
like a slap
the gasps
cause me to
pause
and think
of another way
to begin
left out in the cold
turn to dust
when I remember
to dial back
the pain
of their loss
I am caught in
the snare
of days gone by
like a slap
the gasps
cause me to
pause
and think
of another way
to begin
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Far from crap - a fine, sharp and highly relatable slap on the back of a poem - life is like that isn't it...but i am glad there are angels around too
ReplyDeletethanks Jae Rose - I just don't like the way it flows. it needs a bit more work, but I didn't take the time with it, just kind of slapped it down and said "done"! as always, thanks for visiting ~
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DeleteI like the way you've ended it.
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