The Wrong Grave

A terrifying ordeal,
Not only is my mentor gone,
My lovely Rosie,
No longer does this grandmother’s;
Heart beat,
Tears have flooded my evenings,
Heartache captures my soul,
Day by day,
Improve,
Update letters,
Left at the proper sight,
Whilst time of daylight,
Quells the pain within,
My medium moves me,
To succeed and move on,
Achieve all that my Nonny,
Would have desired me to,
So I push onward toward my dreams,
I no longer feel the need to scream.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Foulk Avatar
March 31, 2011 at 9:35 AM
beautiful piece of creative poetry.
Essam Avatar
May 30, 2010 at 11:54 AM
THE FIRST STANZA DEPICTS MOAN, GRIEF AND PAIN. BUT AT THE END YOU FOUND YOUR LIGHT FOR BETTER FUTURE. WELL EXPRESSED OF ROUGH INNER FEELINGS. GOOD FOR YOU.
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