After The Conflict

Raymond

After the Conflict

So…..do you have me where you want me?

Or am I exactly where I should be?

all my defenses are down, and

I am left without much choice

 

Constantly discourteous

Inherently selfish

My best efforts still fall woefully short

Everything I have learned is

Utterly useless in this new land

So that all I want so much to give you

Leaves you wanting still

 

Perhaps the better man

Has not fully emerged

The things he whispers into the morning

Are blown away by the evening wind

I am left alone once again

In the terrible quiet

Under a heaven made of brass.

  • Author: Raymond (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 22nd, 2018 13:11
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    my favourite lines .. '' the things he whispers into the morning
    are blown away by the evening wind '' a good piece of writing 🙂 some people will always find fault , no matter how nice we are , lol

  • Raymond

    thank you



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