Tuesday, February 9, 2016

flaws....





 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 


It was you or me,

Who cut it in a spree?

There is a numbness spreading,

Ruthless and speeding.

The softness and patience,

Lay crushed by the rough defiance

The passion and need,

Vaporized indeed

Long ago that candle was aglow,

Left to turn all wax and dark in the blow

Only visible are the flaws,

That at the heart claws.

Loneliness and wounds daunts

Unfulfilled promises haunts

Memories will languish

With loss and anguish….

So, it was you or me

Who cut it in a spree?

1 comment:

  1. This rhyming poem tugs at the hearstrings ss..

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