13 Aug 2017

Getting over it

weak for the sight of you
my heart just aches with tears
whatever I may do 
all surely sense my fears

such sorrow knows no friend
but slowly hours will pass
'til day comes to an end
and I'm alone at last 

to read some book at length
and search for what I need
to cheer and give me strength
so I no longer bleed


A poem written for a contest asking for words often deemed poetically weak!
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