[Dunc]

(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.

                      

[Anonymous]

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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