the hurt

the hurt

A Poem by David Ronoh

I was alone scared,
But with you came hope
There was a life
My heart could beat again
I could feel
And could laugh,
Not so much but a smile,
A development in a long time
I thought finally I had loved
Well that was short lived
I was cut off
Like a blossoming rose in the wake of spring
Now I fade away
Silently into the dark
And with hope plucked off
I only live in dreams now
Hoping not to wake to reality
For as it seems
I exist no more.

© 2016 David Ronoh


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Wow. Each poem I read of yours I like it more than the previous one. This is amazing. Very well expressed your emotions. ☺

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David Ronoh
David Ronoh

Nairobi , East Africa, Kenya



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