Suffering theme ; pad for 10 April


Suffered Enough

There’s sadness in the curtain’s final scene;
That cup has quenched your candle in the wind.
There’s catatonic rest in “might have been”
And in your vacant room, a vacuumed din.

You saw it in your lover’s troubled eyes
the evil gripping him a bit quite mad:
your blame now past as withered are his cries;
not forced to say again, “my bad; my bad!

Sometimes we choose to linger in the pain
than let it go and snuff out all our tears;
Sometimes we choose to let the pain remain
than struggle with the unknown and our fears.

When love and sense, together, are not strong
Is better to let go than string along.

No comments yet.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

dVerse

Poets Pub

Rantings Of A Third Kind

The Blog about everything and nothing and it's all done in the best possible taste!

%d bloggers like this: