Some may say my life was decadence Long before I did, But was I wrong to grasp for Even a mynute dash of hope, Or was I just too blind to see, what was There leaping out in front of me.
Your like an angel, Blowing subtle,Yet Strong enough so that We know your there, Just enough to make Us feel,relaxed And calm. You can disappear As quick as you appeared
While I sit submerged in the tranquility Of peace and beauty amongst my tall fern trees And an aray of beautiful scattered red flame Flowers,on my worn,yet faithful oak bench
I don't see a way out of this dreary weary route, No obvious signs of escape,at first it looked a safe,loving kind of place,
about looking and finding some one on a dating site after a long relationship.
Poem Is not about what it appears to be about more deeper than the first opening line. HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL.... I HOPE THIS YEAR ALL YOUR DREAMS&WRITING ONES COME TRUE :)))
I can't understand your grief, nor can I imagine what life could of been for me, if I had to suffer the same. Or shed so many tears I watch you part with, hour after Hour, day after day.
A teenager's struggles with a generous, yet UN- willing listener to her/his child's needs.
'No darling don't eat that, It looks like it's been there for Days by the look of your aunties Flat'.'Oh mother,you know I love prawns And on a sandwich even better'.