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Barbara Writes
Barbara Writes
Jun 08, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Despair

Despair

I am there till the fat lady sings
but somewhere else for the duration
all the more in my world of patience
I can not find a place that’s safe.

Standing still at the crossroad
I wait for a source to call me home
it’s all about the things left unsaid
that makes unrest a stubborn guest.

I bid you not, that its one sided
it took two, to make this mess
busted hearts, shattered dreams
are like broken crystals a zillion pieces

Despair has no boundary
it takes who ever it chooses




— Barbara Writes, Jun 08, 2008

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Region, Country: United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Billy Collins, Shakespeare, , Emily Dickinson, , , Whitman, Jess Tapper

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Synchro

17 years 12 months ago

This cries for punctuation

and some attention to grammatic detail. And, do give us an idea what kind of "source" you are waiting for. This poem leaves more questions than it does answers. Yours in peace, Synchro
Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

17 years 12 months ago

Thanks

Smiles:) Barbara I appreciate the read and comment. I am not a big fan of many puntuations in my poem, but I agree it does need one or two. Source is answers I look for. Answers that do not exist in me. Answers to the how, what, why, and where of my life.