From within a quite
Hospital room
I stare out a window
across a lot
Of Parked cars
And a manicured
Grassy field
Separating the road
from where I stand
With the loneliness
Of a lost soul
Waiting for her
To ease this pain
Of forlornness
Within my mending
Heart.
IN A TIME OF NEED, WORDS...CANDID WORDS, POUR FORTH FROM A HEART, MIND AND SOUL AWAITING THE VOICE/TOUCH FROM THE 'ONLY ONE' THEY FEEL CAN ATTEND, MEND...THEIR FORLORN. WELL DONE, THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS.
The quiet room doesn't seem that quiet; I hear melancholy echoes. If you are sick, I hope you get well soon. As they say in Arabic, "Salamtak", the blessing of peace.
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
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Love ya!
Jane