Her Poem by Sinclair Rogers

Her



Her ivory tower crumbles,
As the pedistal
I placed her on
Falls...

In this,
The twilight of my life,
After wanting, and waiting
For Her,
Most of my life,
I mourn my fondest dream...

Her reality
Is a Nightmare!
…And sadly,
I have been 'Waiting for Godot'....


-Sinclair-

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