What do you do
when you feel
a dread deep within?
and you wonder why?
What can you do
when you see
the black clouds which
threaten your sunlight
and you cannot blow them away?
What do you do
when you smile
but the eyes,
they tell a different story?
This too shall pass
so they say
but the agony
It is in the waiting
and not knowing
The agony is in
the searching
for an imagined strength
to mask your weakness
This too shall pass
so they say
But it's the passing
which is killing
Monday, November 10, 2008
What they say
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10 comments:
as you said, not passing shall too pass
Very true. A powerfully emotive piece.
it is the passing that's killing.. definitely
lovely piece of writing. keep it up
very true.
the agony of hoping that the worse has passed and then confronting that there is more...is killing.
very nice!
supremely lucid. would love to read more of these. definitely coming back for more.
I u'stand u totally. And I hate it when ppl say 'this too shall pass'.
HUGS!
Keshi.
love the poem esp the third para :)
great work
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