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These salty selfish tears Drop onto the fine print 0f a contract I so blindly signed- Lists of should haves Clutter my table The ideal end Is now only A blueprint in my mind. Staring at the shambles in front of me Hurt because the mansion failed to be I rustle through my pockets Searching for riches- but finding a dime I realise with time- It'll become easier to forgive the lie |
It is truly a shame no one has commented as yet on this very well constucted and imagery-rich poem. Well, now someone has done it! You spent very few words and offered a very intense word-picture to the reader of emotional bankruptcy. I am impressed at your penmanship (or penwomanship if you prefer) Well done! The Gadfly | Posted on 2008-02-20 00:00:00 | by The Gadfly | [ Reply to This ] | |