Sonnet at a FriendA Poem by MoiAfter Lady Love's suggestion,My girl, you tear, you’re torn, you tired, but why? Dead-end job? The bed bug bites, but you’ve him. I dismay the light you stage in your eyes, I’ve tried to keep peace -- the outcome still dim! You’re hurdled where I can’t help. Where is he? You sang him like a cure-all, empty hand, But now they hold! Why stumble? What of glee? I cannot mend what is yours to command; Your volition is a dusty engine, Its choke is stuck too high. Vacuum abate! And see this chosen path as asinine, Or blindly walk on, but mute all complaint -- It pains my heart that I’ve been your good clown When all you move toward is just the next frown. © 2008 MoiAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on July 9, 2008 Last Updated on July 9, 2008 AuthorMoiAboutI have a head of spiral staircases, ten goofy fingers, and delicious mud-pie eyes. I try to write a little bit of everything, don't we all? more..Writing
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