Poem -
seven times
seven times i called a name and
no one came and no one came
it doesn't matter no one came
for seven names i hold no blame
and seven days i called a name
and no one came and no one
came it doesnt matter no one
came i hold only myself to blame
M ~
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HI marion,
interesting peice.. I quite often think depending on oneself is a feat in itself...I've often been the one who is depended on, but I have to remember that I can also depend on others
enjoyed this
Lorna xx
Hi Lorna, Ultimately each one of us is alone within our own heads and when dealing with non physical issues such as mental distress etc...there really is only one true source of healing...ourselves. thanks so much for taking the time love x
love the cadence and the rhyme.
love any time I spend with your poems here
Ah...you are so very very kind Mark...thankyou x
This reads so well. It is fraught with fury. The rhythm suggests " banging ones head against the wall." Awesome as always x
When we turn away from people they turn away from us and rightly so...probably...thanks love xx
Very true xx