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Again
its sunny today
the wind blows
from the ocean
salt in the air
I think of you
where you are
laughing mockingly maybe
at my pathetic self
So what else is new
litters and bitters
cuts and scabs
thoughts and hopes...
nothing new...
nothing at all
I still miss you.
*this poem was entered in a competition. Thank you for reading*
Published 8th Jun 2016
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8th Jun 2016 5:58am
The trouble with wondering such things is that even if you are right, you will never know. Such things must be let go...
JJ
JJ
8th Jun 2016 6:22am
8th Jun 2016 11:02am
8th Jun 2016 11:43am
Some things seem eternal, unchanging in their depth until the karmic wheel stops. It's a good poem, Grace. Best of in the comp.
9th Jun 2016 8:31am
9th Jun 2016 9:50pm
You don't strike me as pathetic at all. You're a gifted writer generous in her recollections, still missing a friend given to mockery. He (or she) must have done something right to deserve you. This is fine work Grace. Good luck with the comp!
9th Jun 2016 10:07pm
Thanks Crowfly for the kind comments. I'm pathetic because I miss someone who didn't care for me enough...:)
