Off the cuff, with emotions locked.
A dead-end street to which I only see defeat.
Many ask…many greater and wiser than I.
‘When will the sadness end?’
To which, there has never been an absolute reply.
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In the dainty house.
Down off the gravelled road.
Discrete, earthy…hidden.
Not a word of…
love as though it means something to someone…
give as though it requires no reward.
Be…when others have broken your heart’s sword.
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With every attempt to cast away doubt.
With all the moments I have felt inside out.
With this picture perfect home…
At last, I must go it alone.
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I can confide that the insanity has left the well dry.
The calls to a wedding for young love.
The rants and raves of doors that will not close.
The mysterious lack of sedation that hangs from collages on a logged wall.
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Little house down the road.
Impeccable with country-style.
Alit to the eaves by autumn leaves.
Do not second judge.
The road ahead is meant for only me.
