Poem -

a cry

a cry

when the nights changes thoughts
and you wonder what went wrong

and you are in your last bit of silence
and selfness seems doomed

and you find yourself in tears and fears
and time becomes a stillness to every breath

and no one there to give a touch
of care nor a word to cope of hope
then and.....
only then you feel the love
you missed in love

for Love has gone and gone for good
no need
as real as another day alone can be 

in tears upon tears in pain 
missing... thinking ..reminders  of loving 

as still a life to you becomes... a cry

 

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Tony Taylor

YOU...dear poet brother......(I believe).....are quit misunderstood!!......for me...a most insightful outpouring of life's most mulled-over potentialities!!......ALL STARS!!....well done ~

                     ~ "Then, and only then,
                         Do you feel
                         The Love,
                         That you missed
                         In Love....."

Smokin' Grooves Sir Morris.....I am truly craving more......just work on your formatting...and then......Suddenly......the world discovers your TRULY poetic ingenuity!!......ALL STARS!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo  : )
                           
                         
                

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Lorris Morris

thank you Tony.....you know i try writing my style...''formatting''...etc we see.

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Marion

Excellent write Lorris...hope the vote takes there seems to be a problem with them.regustering! ?

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