Fickle Affair Poem by Israh Sadan
Fickle Affair
Happy days are gone again.
The sky is grey
The Pen's my friend.
When times are good
There is no need
To waste my ink
When my heart wont bleed.
But now again
When troubles appear
I reach and pull Dear Diary near.
My only friend,
with whom I share,
When I can longer smile
You're always there.
I do feel guilt
for my fickle afair,
But it's hard to write
If there's no pain there.
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4/24/2024 2:56:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
hi israh. i have the same guilt overwhelm me. i only write when i feel low. your feelings in the verses were so apt. well phrased.