Poem -
the ghost one
she mother's living in her
spare time and the ghost
one in her own
now... this task, it fair
deplete's her, for she knows
not where to roam
and a lost one
is a crying shame
an endless calling of a
name
an endless search in god
knows where
and god knows where
but doesn't care...
to say
MP 17/5/22
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There's a feeling of utter despair here. Hugs dear friend xx
Thanks love...hugs ❤
Hey MARION!!.....it amazes me.....your knack for perfect formatting......it helps the reader to comprehend the depths of the poem....and you have a gift for it!!.....STELLAR & Haunting!!......ALL STARS!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......love your stuff!!.......sad as it is here......still quite moving!!.....T xo : )
Again...you are being very kind...thanks so much Tony...really mean that...Will be catching up on yours later...hugs x
Speaks to me of pain and despair and coming to terms with the utter disappointment with a stone wall of no answers.
Exactly that...thanks DA x