Anguish Of Latterdays - Poem by Sean S
As I looked into the vase,
I saw the lily wilt,
for in the reflection I saw her face-
ridden and struck with guilt.
Each petal fell like a tear from her eye,
and as the flower lost its luster,
I sat in anguish, praying, and yet God gave no reply-
for he could not find the words to muster.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
I know God has one out there for me, the only issue is finding her.
So my epic journey to find love has only just began in my young life, I'll suffer many heartbreaks and find many who I think are 'the one', but at the end of the day I just don't know what to do.
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