The final complaint.A Poem by HuwShe had lines on her face not just the lines of age but lines of despair lines of abject misery lines of continual drudgery. Deep lines that were witnesses oflong discontented days, seemingly endless, sleepless nights. Lines left by sleep that was not sweet a sleep that provided no rest. Gripped, as she was, by the process of ageing her mirror held no respite too late for dreams of a knight of things that might yet be. She feared hope hope held disappointment. She found no joy in daily routine because she never had. As her life became narrowed so her words were increasingly bitter. There was no more room on her face for lines but there would be one last line prepared for her deep in soil when she had made her final complaint. © 2018 HuwReviews
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2 Reviews Added on May 25, 2015 Last Updated on December 7, 2018 AuthorHuwAmmanford, Wales, United KingdomAboutI've been commenting on someone's drawings for a couple of months and she asked if I was a published poet. It made me laugh because I'd left school at 13 years old and never completed formal education.. more..Writing
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