Perish in response to kindness shown
Even faced with love now flown,
And a heart twisted in regret
For what was never said, never done;
The heat and softness of understanding
Make for me the safest landing
For a heart bereft of one.
So what has become of my sorrowful night?
Scorn still burns in coppery flecks
Raining upon pride and shame,
Dignity, positivity and right;
But all true possessions of my fair sex
Though altered, remain the same.
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(Writing Prompt: DARK, part of Poetry 101 Rehab by Mara Eastern – Thanks, Mara! Feel free to jump on her poetry wagon each Monday!)
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