deciding her pain.
she fights it in vain.
her ordeal's just started.
she's lost and ungarded.
her fight is halfhearted.
has her spirit departed?
it's never the same...
her trusted refrain,
in truth and in name.
what poisons her brain?
it ends as it started.
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it ends as its started, always fleeting
always ending
always starting
deep breath
txandi,
thanks for picking me up off the ground. I have a new post now. I'm trying to find a way to view all my posts in chronological order. Do you know how to do this?
-p
Phew!!! Been long but your poetry still is absolutely fascinating. I especially liked the rhyming of this one.
she sounds like she rides of the waves
of the sea, as the tide rises and falls
so does she...
Beautiful poem xo
"if she decided it
why does she fight it?
coz her spirit's departed
she fights half hearted
what poisons her brain
is her trusted refrain"
Your luring words forced me to pen this poetic switch.
why do you always focus on pain txandi?
(I've chucked my blog, so you could reply me here or on my mail)
Beautiful.
I love the rhyming sequence...very original :-)
Loved the poem...I especially connected with it it's waht am going through right now.
Kudos!
you were wonderful in 'la vie en rose"...
"what poisons her brain?" I think that is the key.
This is melancholic beauty!
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