deepundergroundpoetry.com
To Lie Abandoned
To lie abandoned through the night,
constrained
to hear the slow hours strike
and then to wish for day
and having day, to hate the light ---
I know, dear Edna, yes, exactly what you feel.
I so wish, though, I had your art,
your skill with words, in putting
this dark sense of helplessness,
this cold unshaping reel,
this being made absurd,
upon a page.
constrained
to hear the slow hours strike
and then to wish for day
and having day, to hate the light ---
I know, dear Edna, yes, exactly what you feel.
I so wish, though, I had your art,
your skill with words, in putting
this dark sense of helplessness,
this cold unshaping reel,
this being made absurd,
upon a page.
Published 17th May 2024
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 116
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
