Its a love, a pain, to measure it feels
accommodates, loads like a penitent.
Because the expectation was excess,
an intention, badly well-read,
discouragement, the fast descent
from the enthusiastic, the skeptical being.
Because pain, a lost love,
does not see disappointment it causes,
while imposing a predefined landing,
A pain survived in solitude,
up to the cause gives him pause
to understand the feeling unfair.
Author notes
~spiritualangel~
Prompt: Title: Zealous
A contest entry
- Titles part 2(more titles being added) by Blooming Poet.
300 points, ended April 30, 2008, 31 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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quite a stunning take on my prompt. I was hopeing someone would take on this title prompt and I really enjoyed your take on it.
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