There Are Times When
There are times…….
And they are daily, when I-say, I will not pen anything , anymore!.
But then…then a comment comes in, and leads me back to the
rosy Poetry Soup’s front door!
At times, I ponder, it is just sheer madness! Or, do I pen out of love of life,
including. …. the pathos, the sadness.
It’s all a mystery to me at this point.
Friends that were close, like vapor disappear. Worse, becoming friends with my worst enemies here!
They become bombs, like Hiroshima and that friendship blown to Smitherrens.
Just like a destroyed building in a war zone, a destroyed chimney stands amongst the rubble.
At times like this, I wonder…,who can I trust my heart to?
Because……that is where my poetry springs from and is about!
Certailnly, not from a form!!
Do I get read! Yes! Comments …sparse and very few but highly valued,
And those souls I highly cherish!! Because they spring from hearts, so.
very true!
In appreciation,
Panagiota
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2023
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