Sit (Broken Hearted Rondel)
I sit.
Outside your window.
Mournful.
Despondent.
Heart has broken in twain.
I feel nothing but pain.
I scream your name.
Silence.
Dawn appears.
Rosy fingers stretch across-
The dew laden grass.
Yet still.
Outside your window.
I sit.
Copyright © Daniel Corcoran | Year Posted 2010
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