HELL
The past two weeks have been hell on my emotions.
This month marks the one year anniversary of “us”
I thought time would help and heal the wounds.
Then out of the blue-you are there-in my memory.
I see that familiar smile, the sparkle in your eyes,
And your infectious laugh that still haunts me to this day.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Plant | 1 | 05/21/2010 |
| THE HUMMINGBIRD | 0 | 01/27/2010 |
| HELL | 0 | 01/19/2010 |
| IRONY | 0 | 01/19/2010 |
| THE OLIVE BRANCH TO MY FATHER | 0 | 01/19/2010 |
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