Each day
I struggle through
Without you,
Is a day
The poorer...
Yet each
New day
Is a chance
To enrich
My life
From your
Treasure trove
Of golden...
...Memories
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Author:
PhilPoet (
Offline) - Published: January 19th, 2020 15:08
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
In the category of 'Sad'?
What I see from this poem...is HOPE.
Hi, thanks for your comment.
I thought carefully how to tag this poem.
I have to be honest and say that writing it raised a lot of pain and sadness.
The poem is really about living sadness and the burden of trying to, and having to hope.
Those memories are sacrosanct, mine will be with me as well.
I could never wish to be without my memories but they take turns to comfort me and hit me in the chest.
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