The BluesA Poem by Sami KhalilThe Blues by
Sami Khalil No need to cry or fret over spilled milk For nothing disturbs the conscience like guilt What dissipated will surge before we blink Bloody are swords plunged deeply to the hilt. It is befitting life to have newness Wardrobes are filled with timely-worn clothing As we all fall by the wayside clueless Those who grasp things bid adieu to loathing. Memories widen gaps, rambling within Like ancient rituals flashing across Old failures dismay much to our chagrin In learning arises no call to gloss. Cast away your sullen state brazenly Deep down we bathe in the blues easily. © 2024 Sami KhalilReviews
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