7 Jan 2012

Lonely




Laboring days and nights with an aura of funeraL
Obsolete like a buried tree on an active volcanO
Nagging someone, guilt- ridden to seek a returN
Even as the door of reconciliation blare in flamE
Left with suave memories in company to prevaiL
Yearns for love to arise from the ruins as a fancy      


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3 comments:

Kavita said...

very beautifully written!! Really loved the second line the most of them all.. very poignant!

booguloo said...

Nicely done.

Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barry said...

This is very beautiful.