Open Poetry #49 |
By Any Other Name |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
How can you get rid of baggage When you only have the cloths on your back, What can you do to restart living When it is everything you lack And you’ve just a song for giving. If she was a rose she wasn’t smelling sweet, She was a shard of glass from breaking Nothing more than broken Crystal, On a dirty floor in the trash of her own making, A sorrowed soul with a siren’s call. She almost got her lips to smile, only half, Smoothed her dress and combed her hair, Looking in the mirror only made her laugh, She sighed then taking reality’s next dare. Gloom |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Gloom, Good call on this one! I feel like you are doing my diry laundry. You are beginning to creep me out. Keep up the good work! Lori |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
When you can look in the mirror and laugh, especially the laugh which you described, life has sucker punched you and there is no way to go, but up. ~*~ Love is friendship set on fire. ~*~ |
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