Chez Poem by James Timothy Jarrett
Chez
Loneliness and bitterness
fill her empty shell
Her lying words of love
slowly craft her hell
Trapped within the cell
of dark and twisted brain
All that she can ever give
is cold uncaring pain
Not a tendril of tender emotion
can reach into that soul
Except her own self pity
Poured endlessly down that hole
i dont think anyone could have done a better job at tenderly, regretfully describing the hurtful darkness in a near one's nature.amzing! ....
So well written and so descriptive of raw truth that I feel a shudder of pity for you both. Love is all - forever. Greetings from Cornwall. U.K.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 3:48:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
good metre. Enjoyed.