Poem -
Forgotten
First light.
Brew tea.
Long days.
Lonely.
Window.
Watch life.
No fun.
No strife.
Kids play.
So bold.
"Old witch!".
Catcalled.
Crippled.
In pain.
Old. Not
insane.
Visits.
No more.
Shut tight.
My door.
No voice.
No phone.
Empty.
Alone.
No kin.
No beau.
No place
to go.
Just life.
Through glass.
'Till death.
At last.
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Comments
There is a sadness in the silence
Thanks Joe, I was trying to write in a different style with statements rather than sentences. I'm glad you heard what wasn't said.x
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Powerful piece here, it speaks volumes to me, well put Donna.Â
Thanks so much Gerard. I'm always nervous about trying new styles so really appreciate your feedback.x
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Oh yeah ,that's very very good maud ,I really like ,I like the change of style .and made my heart sigh ,it's brilliant, you go girl xxx
Thanks Mr Henry. Mystic Maud predicts you may have avoided a slap.....hahahaha.xxx
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