I the fly in the soup

ZIGGY

I cease within my decree

no longer can I see the 

person I had hoped to be. 

 

Denial thrown thrown back 

in the face off withering hope, 

that gropes with dead desire. 

 

Poleaxed by want, which quenched

the spark that was not my flame

blame was never my game. 

 

Was gone before I was there, tears

that swell would never be enough to

drown a lifetime of disappointment.

 

There is no ointment to feather my

scar, no healing words without reproach, 

the person I had hoped to be died within me.   

 

  • Author: ZIGGY (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 5th, 2018 13:47
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • ZIGGY

    can you explain please I don't see it lol

    • ZIGGY

      ok fourth verse cool seen it cheers sis X

    • Laura🌻

      Zigs,

      A brilliant write!

      You have appropriately chosen the words to capture the feelings of someone who has failed to be the person he/she wants to be!

      If this poem is a self reflection, these words do worry me...
      ”the person I had hoped to be died within me.”
      So, so sad!

      ~Laura~

      • ZIGGY

        hi Laura many thanks for the comment as always, lol no its just a theme I only wrote this today this evening hope your keeping well ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,zigs

        • Laura🌻

          Now I feel better!😊

          Other than dealing with the hot weather, I’m doing well! Thank you!

          How about yourself?

          • ZIGGY

            hi I doing well am of work for a couple of weeks so just relaxing a few late mornings and a few beers life is good lol

            • Laura🌻

              Great! Enjoy my friend!🍻



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