Today I sat
by a pool.
A vacation from the stresses
of the reality I face.
And a face
it played
in my mind like a record,
skipping
distorted
but more than I wanted.
She is not mine
She will not be
she was mine
and I shall not have
everything
and anything
that I ever needed...
Facebook-
I'm
deleted
and
a boyfriend
shares her picture.
I gaze like a voyeur
in a film
that I should not.
but peering
at this hour
for the first time
in months
are tears
and the picture
that I somehow witness.
this is reality:
a pun
of a play
of a game
that I lost.
Sigh.... this is so sad. But Idy H is right, the final stanza is sheer brilliance. Hope you're well DD. HG: -) xx
The last four lines are so....they hit home: the comparison is perfect. I'll quote you on it sometime soon if you don't mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad David, but at least now you can move on, Cheer up my friend, 10 Lynda xx