Extensive sunshine is only burly darkness for her
The Sun of her life sank down, never to shower
Again with the charismatic glow for her delight
Still their cavernous love for each other resides
As haughty as the twinkles of the stars in reign
But the twinge still remains fresh as ever, in the
Core of her broken heart, where ache prevails
And envelopes her raped heart with smolder
Of darkness, yet, she lives with utmost impair
In this gloomy world of uncertain trust, where
The lure of lone flesh even refreshes the dead
For this is the world of distort and she soon will
Be dancing like the marionettes in this dark stage
To the tunes of mans lust, played by their thirst
Though she is heartbroken with his demise, yet
They’ll trap her like a parrot in the forlorn cage
And rape her lone soul, emotionally and physically
Again and again in this cold field of infernal earth,
Where the humanity is as unreliable as an illusion
Forever taunting to exterminate the life’s mission
She is abandoned as the solitary Sun in the Sky
And her destiny is as dark as the eye of the night
For each footstep towards cheerfulness brings her
Immeasurable footsteps of obscure gloominess
Poor she! Have not a solitary soul to lean on shore
For hot larva of loneliness is boiling in her core
Still life has never-ending venom for her in the store,
Which can outburst anytime her very stimulation
Of hope to keep her alive in this life’s competition
For she is a widow and she sleeps in adversity
With psychological agony as her eternal pillow
Bhuwan...sad and wonderfully written lines of emotion...now I must ask a question that has haunted me about your writing...what comes first the picture or the poem? It seems that all your pictures are so perfect for the poem presented and you put out a perfect presentation...love your writing...it is full of soul...Floria
South Baltimore serves as the backdrop for this gripping story of three brothers leading very different lives but joined forever by the secrets of a painful family past.
Major League ballplayer Justin Moore is kidnapped from his own ballpark and transported to a foreign land. It might take high-level international negotiations to free him. Or maybe he will take matters into his own hands.
~Marlene~
~Jackie~
An excellent poem.
God Bless
~Michelle!~
Have a great day!
Thank You,
Teresa Emilie
Justin
Love Tinka
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Taylor
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