Saturday, April 30, 2011

Predicament medicament

I have lost touch with my past,
And, I certainly have no future,
The day left me a little aghast,
A broken heart, I need to suture.

A little taste of my medicine,
Felt bitter beyond what it sounds,
A long pause, all I could glean
Now to soothe and salve my wounds.

3 comments:

  1. Loved it . I guess most of us feel the same inside. Keep it coming. Looking forward to the next one.

    R

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