TIMES OF NAUGHT

TIMES OF NAUGHT

A Poem by Glenda
"

I wish you were here.

"
Everything 
Is 
Burning
Turning 
To
Black
Weep
Yearn
But 
You
Are 
Never
Coming
Back
.

© 2024 Glenda


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We talked for hours per day for 10 years always thinking "some day" ... One year ago December, his house caught fire while he was asleep... Nobody knows what happened to this day.
Mark was not a smoker. He retired with "SEAL" honors from the Navy. There was nothing found on the stove. Everybody loved Mark. He had no enemies.

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Added on December 16, 2024
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Glenda
Glenda

somewhere, NC



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I've been every shade, even green! My forte' is fantasy more..

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A Poem by Glenda