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    Dunc
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    (this was the first poem I wrote when I stopped gambling

                                        in 2008)                                         

                                                

     

     

                                               

                                             

                                             LAMENT

                         

                        

                         

                           …………and the seasons changed

                          yet  I hadn’t noticed.

                          And the summer fruits and flowers bloomed

                          and flourished in the garden

                          but I never baked a pie or picked a bouquet

                          or sensed the fading dreams

                          or heard the lonesome cry

                          or futile pleas of family or  friends,

                          and all because I was entombed

                          buried in a dungeon

                          alone and desolate.

                          Acting like an avaricious miser

                          a masochist

                          masquerading as a fun-loving

                          thrill-seeker.

                          And all the while

                          withering

                          fading

                          dying.

                          

    #8347
    Anonymous
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    Yes I get this Vera.. I could add and my child has grown and my face wrinkled … But I didn’t notice…

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