Crying - Poem by Angela Bradford
Once we loved like solitary madmen
Confined in a prison of passion.
Then you left me, cruelly, without a word.
No longer my husband.
No more better or for worse.
Now I am cursed,
But the moon still shines,
And the sun does not care.
Topic(s) of this poem: lost love
Form: Prose Poem
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