Memories And Hope

Bereft - Poem by Memories And Hope

The lines of fate
play cruel games
they have led me to a point
where even the saqui*
serves me not wine
but poison
i lie bereft.

I guess even lightening
doesnt know its own impact
Somewhere it lights lives
somewhere else it burns a home
I am now bereft.

Fate has played the cruellest card
even my own shadow is now
someone elses
i am bereft.

And all this
when i have forgotten
All but you.
I remain bereft.

* saqui: the lady who serves you wine in a bar

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  • (10/2/2007 1:24:00 PM)

    'Bereft'....Deep, beautiful. Thanks! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 21, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 11, 2011

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