Eleventh Hour Poem by Scribbler Sheridan
Eleventh Hour
Breathe in,
Look away,
Once more, and I am sure it's the same.
Close my eyes,
No change,
A year past, a decade before, and the truth is unalterable,
Fate, the trickster, has trapped me now:
Woe is me.
The whimsical and temperamental nature of love are aptly portrayed in the poem. Love appears unannounced and may leave without warning, if it's not nurtured at all times by both couples to maintain its bliss. An insightful heartfelt rendition. Thanks for sharing Sheridan.
A good start with a nice poem, Scribbler. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
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