I’m not a poet, and I rarely rhyme but today is different.
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A harsh word slipped and fell today
Between two friends
No further words exchanged this day
No way to make amends
I hoped to catch a glance or maybe
The return of a friendly smile
Instead my day empty remained
My evening too, defiled
I walked over the broken earth
of a broken life
I swam through the stream clear,
a stream of tears
I fell twisted and scarred
into your arms, once again.
Under a yellow, sickening sky did I
Come from above, where once I
Led a strong legion, all powerful but I
Wanted more, much more so I
Employed temptation, persuasion for I
Used a woman to get at man and I
Have been ever present , beside you, I
Wanted followers too, however I
Misjudged your faith, I misjudged you.
Green; the leaves on the trees no longer fresh from spring.
Spring, now past. The grass beneath my bare feet in the morning dew.
Dew; a million tiny drops of water, my feet wet and cool in the morning.
Dawning, the sun is rising, to evaporate the dew. Grass turns brown.
A cup of tea
Yorkshire tea, aye
Will become a soup
If left to lie
If left to lie
Cool down, stagnate
No more my thirst
Shall it slake
On the balcony
It was left to lie
Whilst between jobs
Did I
Go to an fro
As a bee
And forget about
My cup of tea
My Words, My World 