Limbo
The words I mean to say, the rhyme
as thoughts do insurrect, as to divine
the love I share, the courage that was mine
is often missing what the sense entwines.
If I do love you, sometimes hollow twine
is all my heart can muster up to line
and so the grace that heaven gives in sign
is muted by comparison, I find ~
And love tht once did merit grace in kind
now errors, as in limbo . . . . . undefined!
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
