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Wounded
by Alisa Jslook here, inside
the corner of my twisted smile
a spark
a bit of relevance,
to the hope I find myself subscribing to
the measure of our miles,
if we, but hold on tight
to the flicker of this waning light
once shining around that midnight sun ...
your words, they fueled the flame
and together, we did run
filled with hope of all things new
yet to be undone.
and then,
darkness fell
this void crept in between
as others took my tenured place
once held up high beside
this life I thought we knew.
now with memory's sad refrain
within this span of circumstance
I try and hold them near,
standing on this precipice
so far from wounded tears ...
10/31/2008 Posted on 11/01/2008
Copyright © 2025 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/01/08 at 02:39 PM So very well done. I think, one of your best. It is certainly worthy of POTD if not POTM. It goes into my personal file. |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 11/01/08 at 04:51 PM and such a sad refrain it is! like the fall of woundstears ... This tugs at the heart, Alisa ... hugs*m.a |
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