Treasure Island

Neela Nath


Which mouth tells,
ringing out bells,
a man or woman,
you or some one.
She lets out her grief,
thru poems in brief.
In turmoil I'm drowning
the rest gazes at me frowning.
Crime hasn't done, yet punished.
From your love you banished.
The spirit of a few seem known.
One in many is warming my bone.
All seasons go to be one with you.
Where you are I know, as before I knew.

Submitted: Sunday, June 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013

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  • Thomas A Robinson (6/11/2013 2:22:00 AM)

    This poem covers many parts to a complicated story.
    One of unpunished crime, innonence trodden over like a train station platform, abandonment, and love demolished by a wrecking ball of slurs and lies and harassment. (Report) Reply

  • Bobby Wynn (6/9/2013 7:16:00 AM)

    How you will miss her someday will depend on you, love the poem bro, good message for me. (Report) Reply

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