Goodbye
This I write in a sombre mood
When it hurts like a fresh wound
Where at
Did God put the mold,
Out of which you where curved.
So that with Him I plead,
For me,another like you to mold.
It hurts
Yet to concede I must
To only hope and trust
That time shall settle the mist.
And only then, shall I clearly see
What I didn't chance to (see)
In the fog of youth.
You my muse,are gone
I am sad
For it hurts straight to the bone,
That forever,
You are gone.
Yet together,
Long we have been.
Was it selfish,was it sin
Not to say,
What in my heart has long been.
It is but so wasteful a deed
my heart
To now bleed.
Yet for so long
Its true feelings from you I hid.
However much I brood
This is goodbye.
(A sad sad goodbye
In the words of a sad poem.)
Copyright © Ivan Katono | Year Posted 2018
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