Michael Gale

Rookie (? / Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.)

Beneath This Tear, And Ached, Grass. - Poem by Michael Gale

This tear shaped heart, that weeps for thee...
A chamber, sad, yet, longingly.

Along the miles, that had I spent...
Along denial, that way, I went.

Along the ways, gone awry...
By my, leave, by the bye.

Oft this heart, cried a tear...
For one love, never near.

Beyond the ways, left by me...
Be this, broken heart, emptily.

Abruptly, I sped away...
Sadder, than that, dawn, spent day.

Never, I, to return back, to thee...
A fond farewell, greeted ye.

Alas-alas...
I've made my pass.

Buried, beneath the, greenest grass...
Bid farewell, to my honey-lass.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 23, 2009



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