Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Left Behind

Not all poems have rhymes.  Some just speak from the soul.
Written by ©Diana Jillian 3/20/13

And as I fell through the cracks
Letting the tears flow with the dripping water
I reflect upon frangible life
Wondering how one so vigorous
Turns into the feeble
And I ache with every lament
But I wear the grinning mask
Never to show how unsound I am
If I could remove what lacerates
Then believe me, my love, I would
But I'm breakable like you
No remedy from my fingertips
I shall not mourn
I shall remember only good
Never to show my sorrow
Though I don't know
What I'll do
When you resign from me

3/20/13 DJ

Prose, Poem, No Rhyme,