This had not a wasted syllable or letter... Every single piece of it was nailed down with taunt strings of deceit... The painful reality of brokenness hugs us like a dark apparition, or shadow... Disappearing in suns dust... Starkly penned...
a tragic picture ..all those years struggling in untruth :( perfect title ... most certainly we have all tried to "make things work" ... ending up wasting more than can be paid ... i like this poem a lot!
E.
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
yes I agree "E' a tragic picture. many thanks.
7 Years Ago
i just noticed Mirror's review about the title...isn't it just wonderful how we can see things so di.. read morei just noticed Mirror's review about the title...isn't it just wonderful how we can see things so differently ...yet the same ... i just love the Cafe ... in spite of recent and past nasty troll bugs ... peace sir! peace and joy!
Well, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..