Once
Once, I was happy!
But life has broken me- thrown me,
in the trash with a mighty slam,
Too much death- too much sorrow,
my spirit, soul and heart kicked and barren. Now
I hide in my hair!-
And I am happy there!
Quiet and serene in my sanctuary,
and with lifeless eyes I view a vacant- world
from beneath my feathery bangs!
The dented cans of my within do not matter-
as I go- deeper and deeper within-
. . . waiting for the dreadful end!
And I wait- drained of emotions and hope
like so many dented cans- useless-
My spirit, soul and heart weep- dead tears
and then! I feel a light on me- a strength grows
and I climb out of the pit of- nothingness -
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December 24, 2017
Poetry/Verse/Once
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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