It seems this love
is a bygone wind
no longer stirring our emotions..
you turn away
from my touch
and talk
only when
something needs done.
afraid to grasp
for fear of going to deep
I gaze into yesterday
and reminisce
on what was.
Then, fearfully
look on
towards tomorrow.
In a list
A contest entry
- what can you do with 50 words??? by righteousme.
525 points, ended May 3, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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yes this piece is GREAT... it flowed well and i wish i had more points to give ... thank you for sharing...
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WOW!!! Jeff...U R always on your game
bitingly vivid
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