Open Poetry #33 |
The Day of Reckoning |
mrmojorisin5908 Member
since 2004-05-03
Posts 103Colorado |
So, we thought that it was infinite Just as a wild dove floats high above Let’s realize that it was dead when it began I know, it’s a painful reckoning of eternal death But that’s how we began, Love? My personality brought you pains from above And your infatuation smeared hate into my heart Once I found that my life was devoted to fondness I reckoned I needed to change and it deranged Everything that I knew was lost to a misty grave But I thought that it was most certainly predestined I was wrong, how the rain washes away feelings Like that time the toad told us to forget the air This comedy that we live in is stopped That is why we fly high and never reckon to die But it’s getting a lot harder to describe!! Andrew A. |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Andrew, That is some intense writing! It doesn't seem it is getting harder to describe. You said it very well. Peace, I hope all is well. If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice flow...James |
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