RIDDLE

 

My sensitive words

At times

The enemy

Simmering emotions

Penetrating thoughts

Screaming to be free

Ponder eternity

Sad state of soul

Subtle revolution

True essence of a turning point

Fear of letting go

Wanting you to know

Then again

Not really

Sad discovery

Transparency

You already knew

Seeking solace for such loss

Reality

A cruel joke indeed

So this is how it goes

Depressions broken record

I’ve dreamed so long of bliss

Perhaps a mere mirage

Woke up this morning

A new day

Try another way

My poetry

A riddle

As it’s meant to be

Craft your own interpretation

And simply smile……

 

 

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2009