Her
Contributed by
robbig60
on
Monday, 12th June 2006 @ 11:53:02 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I pity her,
Her so desperate to reclaim,
And hold dear any scrap,
Of emotion left to name,
Withered, with husband,
Drained,
A sunset unseen for the hill,
Self subjected loneliness,
She has seen it,
And knows her end.
With that blinker,
She is blind to the,
Fields, rivers, trees and flowers,
All around,
Crisp, fresh summer life,
Radiant colours:
Grey to her, fading slowly
To black
The sky not blue, vibrant wonder,
But dark, dire, torn asunder
I pity her,
Her living for the
Inevitable tomorrow,
And forgetting
The unpredictability of today,
Under darkened sky with
No prospect, no hope,
Only hate to see her through,
The last granules of life,
Being stirred into her tea.
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