Soulful Words of Woe
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"Had I a cave on some wild distant shore,
Where the winds howl to the waves dashing roar,
There I would weep my woes,
There seek my last repose . . ."
Robert Burns _Had I A Cave
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The journey of my life has been tangled,
from a young child I have known death;
it made me a child in a quiet world,
lost in my imagination.
In an attic room I played with my dolls,
my best friends were a teddy bear;
and an all white Christmas cat called Snowball,
I liked to write stories for them.
Not sure when exactly I found my Muse,
seems he has always been with me;
and with each death I sank deeper- deeper,
into a lovely, dreamy place.
And when I am hurt I still travel there,
where in my mind I create words;
that fall on pages to create poems,
I pour out all my woes and hurts.
I thought that my introvert ways a flaw,
until it became my asset;
for in an attic a poet was born,
and in quietness I now love to dwell.
I will write 'til I cannot hold a pen.
and when too frail I will still write;
my last poems will be locked in my mind,
in death all my woes and hurts- gone.
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October 25, 2021
Poetry/Verse/Soulful Words of Woe
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1400-648-25
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