homeless love
by Cynth'ya Lewis Reed — Read all 584 poems by Cynth'ya Lewis Reed
Too many victims to mention. . .
Thursday, June 22, 2006
many are the moods of heartache
most felt by people just like me,
unrecogniz'd by those who choose
to ignore the quiet signals. . .
consider the quivering lip
that fears to speak
for fear of repercussions to the
sense of self as it slowly slithers down
deep down into its own unique abyss;
gaze upon the frustrat'd face
that forc'd itself to attempt
to model soap-opera happiness,
only to be cast away as
storms of disappointment
pick'd up wind speed,
hurling hope asunder leaving
scraps of sweet nothings behind
watch the skin recoil against
the touch of a brand new lover,
note the eye that swells with brine
from the drama unfolding from
behind its crystaline camera,
pertrified with dread to the point that
eventually the wheel of her misfortune
will once again skip off its axis
to the point where she ever trusts again,
content to be packag'd in a plain brown wrapper &
content to feel abandon'd
in what's left of her body & soulso many are the moods of heartache
most felt by people just like us,
we recognize each other
from the corners of our weeping eye.
© 2006 cynth’ya lewis reed
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Aberjhani
Love Tinka
Although we are all so different, we still share much in common with one another, especially in the area of emotion.
"From the corners of our weeping eye" just beautiful!
Richard
most felt by people just like us,
we recognize each other
from the corners of our weeping eye."
Indeed, Cynth'ya. Yes indeed, sis! I can relate and I respect what you have expressed via your verses here. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you,
Regis
B&R
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :)
thanks for the prayers; they are much appreciated! :)
love and peace, Carole
Rebecca