Elizabeth Stone

Coward - Poem by Elizabeth Stone

Once more my heart is in my pen
wasting the paper and telling lies.
My brain stays quiet, but thinks: „Again!
Will there be an end to all the why’s? “

There I go and here I stand,
coward-heart is ever present.
Never knowing were to land,
never knowing what is pleasant.

And so I rest like marble stone
waiting for someone to show me the way.
But always and ever I’m standing alone,
my cowardly heart is whispering: „Stay! “

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  • Dr.subhendu Kar (4/24/2008 12:31:00 PM)

    yet lovely poem, i like it,10/10, thanks for sharing (Report)Reply

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  • (4/20/2008 4:25:00 PM)

    My friend a poet's pen can never lie, nor waste paper in search of whatever! Poetry is indeed the spiritual window to the soul. Please keep writing, and sharing. Thanks.. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 19, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, September 1, 2008

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