When She Left
Sombre reflections in our hearts,
Bereaved of the door that opened,
Grim has made a stop with his carts,
Taken away with his rope and
Altered the tide,
Slow down our ride.
We go on a trip to the marts,
Our sad wounds were still reopened,
Our hearts are torn to shreds and parts,
It is difficult to cope and
Stand on both feet,
Deserts we meet.
June 11, 2022,
Posie Poetry Contest,
Emile Pinet.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2022
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