by Jeph Johnson


Disappointed dark eyes roll

On days snow turns to rain
Without love under control
My comfort turns to pain
And I go flailing through the flood
Of worn-out apologies
Still trying to side-step the mud
That's caked like a disease
To my pathetic lame excuse
I hope's simpatico
It instead destroys the truth
She once thought radical
She shakes her head this time to boot
While draining my esprit
Leaving me to solitude
When I want her here with me

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2001, 2017


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I really like this poem. It sorta bounces along when its read, I like the rythm of it. Very good writing. Well bye bye now. Sincerely The characters I am typing now