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by Lost One Jan 14, 2019
Sadness, depression /
These empty lines stare back at me
A blank page begs and pleads that we
Work together to fill its soul
With rhyming words to make it whole
To take away its misery
And as we two sort life's debris
Flashes of insight unforseen
Bring just a semblance of control
These empty lines...
The ink builds up, I set it free
Soon the writing is all I see
This of course, the elusive goal
Fill up the lines to help console
The quiet rage inside of me
These empty lines....
Not easy to crack - are these 'Rondeau's. you have done a good job here, with a story to match.
Well done fella :) M
by Lost One
Thank you Michael.
by Maple Tree
I truly love this poem...
beautiful form Tony :-)
Thank you, for both the kind words and the nomination.
by Ben Pickard
Excellent work, Tony. These really aren't easy.
All the best,
Its no sonnet but it was fun.
by Rania Moallem
by Poet on the Piano