Emile Pinet Poet Quatrain

Conditioned To Cry

A soul conditioned to cry,
does so: when trust falls apart.
And no longer wants to try,
to capture another's heart.

Finding fear's blocking its way,
love derails, jumping off track.
And silently slips away,
never to find its way back.

You gambled love was real,
hoping time wouldn't call your bluff.
And now pain is all you feel,
and hope is never enough.

You know that you will survive,
yet you've lost what made you smile.
And though time keeps hope alive,
you have not hoped for a while.

In this vulnerable state,
fractured dreams crumble away.
And abandoned to your fate,
emptiness consumes your day.

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Line Gauthier March 16, 2018 at 4:35 PM Love these lines "Gambling that true love is real you pray time won't call your bluff." Emile Pinet March 17, 2018 at 9:28 AM Thanks so much Line, I truly appreciate your comments and support my friend, Emile.

Lin Lane December 23, 2015 at 12:01 PM So many of my own feelings here. I can smile again. Thank you for sharing such intimate emotions, and so well done. Emile Pinet December 23, 2015 at 12:49 PM Thanks Lin, a smile has the magic to repair a broken heart, I wish you many smiles in your life. Emile.