When will my head give me some rest
It grants good thoughts a last request
Then shows you in that see through dress
Succumbing to his charms
Why should I turn the other cheek
When you're still playing hide and seek
The words your mouth refuse to speak
Are setting off alarms
Green eyes release a festered tear
The first to grace my face this year
My concrete jungle feeds your fear
The lady from the farms
When will my broken heart be whole
Emotions regain some control
The darkness leave my sickened soul
And everything it harms
My life no longer feels my own
A drunken night and daily stone
Convince me that I'm not alone
Despite my empty arms
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Author:
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Your words are so vivid! Really enjoyed this one! By the way, arms are full.. look again!!! You're not alone! ❤️
Such a thoughtful and supportive comment
Many thanks LIZ
I know of these times so well and still most days my life starts with your opening line!
No rest for the wicked but there is plenty of love if they keep looking!
....oooo think I'll keep that one.
Thanks for the inspiration my friend and hope if this comes from currently struggling affairs you keep that head above the water!
Much peace and respect
Well above water
Thanks Dan
Moved by your concern
Stunning the way you rhyme, and as you can see you are never alone, this one pulled at my heart dear fellow 💖
Thank you Teddy
Extremely grateful
A great engaging writing 🙂 nicely expressed
I think we all need that something or someone to make us feel that little less empty
You're filling me up as I read
Thank you very much Violet
this is quite the poem! So vividly felt. Can't wait to get ahold of your other poems!!
Thanks Christina
You didn't miss much
Great to see you
Love your enthusiasm
Appreciate you always
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