That puddle seems to be growing,
I stare into it knowing.
Ah, those hopes and dreams,
Not as much as it seamed.
Broken in part by me,
Broken in pieces I see.
I stare at those ripples,
As the water trickles.
It grows too quick I fear,
This puddle made by tears.
So I will give you some info on this poem. I have always liked it, the flow and sad imagery. I wrote this shortly after my separation from my ex-wife. I went through quite the self pity phase (probably still in that phase...lol). I have written thousands of poems, most of them on the depressing side. I am a writer that is fuelled by heartache and pain, but writing helps remove bad feelings. It is like I transfer them to paper. I think many of us are the same.
Peace n Love!
2 comments:
The only comment that comes to mind is that we must be twins separated at birth.
But in truth, we are two souls living a country apart, but who are similar in many ways.
I am so glad I can call you friend.
This is a great post dear. Thanks for sharing it.
Hello Paul~ Welcome to Poefusion. I'm sorry for your divorce. It's always hard to move into a new direction in life. But, hopefully you can write out your feelings here and become a bit stronger. Have a nice day.
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