It didn’t turn out like she wanted
Like she expected
She gave her life to him
To make him happy
To make him better
He cheated on her
He gave her little
But sadness
So she slept with hope
And one morning
She woke up late
Dried sleep in her eyes
Alone
Aware of the choice
Every solitary year
Given for a dream
Her eyes closed again
Gray winter clounds hovering low
Oaks gnarled fingers pointing
To another life
Missed beyond measure
© 2019 MJL
-
Author:
MJL (
Offline) - Published: January 29th, 2023 10:16
- Comment from author about the poem: The most amazing magic trick ever performed. Your life. Now you see it, now you don't. May we all make the choices our hearts need most, and may time grant us the power to move and grow.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 5
Offline)
Comments1
Well written MJL, but very sad.
Thanks, Jane Frye.
Sorry, totally agree. Very sad. Was exploring the emotions of a familiar scene. Also, relating some anger/sadness about growing old and becomming aware of time and choices made.
Many thanks for reading. I'm sorry it made you sad. 🙂
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.