Watered-Down Juice- Wdj
Oh sadness, I am like the rose that fades,
withered, frail, colorless, and bland;
my life has been many moments,
but one moment will ever dilute me.
The moment I buried my son,
that memory stabs at my heart;
leaving my soul weakened and diminished.
and I become wishy-washy.
A watered-down version of me,
so, I drink from the sweet nectar of life;
the claret of vitality,
the extract and essence of strength.
I let the deep sweetness flow through my veins,
no weak liquid will lift me up;
only essence like blood will do.
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January 2, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/Watered-Down Juice
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1318-169-02
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Watered-Down Juice
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Judged 01/31/2021
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2021
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