After reading other comments my first tendency was to agree with them but...in reality it often takes us time to see through the lies and I think that's where the hurting comes in. Even the idea that we must play the game to protect our emotions in a sense is a loss we have suffered, the loss of trust. Anyway before I ramble much more well done piece,
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
Felix
works well ...
Enjoyed your poem,
Reg.
Sandie May Angel