So I had, a cold news
One of those things
One of those days
Those days, one of those days
Thrown in, into the machinery
Sent down, to be an obstruction
A clog in t' wheels, go round
That turns in spin to a halt
Round and round and round
So I had a cold news, clouded
Tender hearts, filled with tears
So shown, on believers emblem DARK
One of those days
It is just one of those days
Few words if any, to be said in mention
Act of posture, sat deep in thought
One of those things, contemplation
Any in numbers, to have witnessed
Tear drops, WEIGHTS in physical forms
One of those days
One of those days, days
One of those: not so accustomed
In acceptance, as a state
But seasoned, none the less to deal with
It is just, one of those days..
Another one, to count ..
And a smile with a shrub do follow
Just one of those days
Such an element of sadness to your poem. It is very nice.
ReplyDeleteSad piece, but powerful. It really speaks--strong voice, with its own, easy flow. Quite enjoyable--fine work!
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