Schadenfreude Poem by Susan Birch

Bitter days of winter chill
And doomed hope are here again.
Shattered dreams revisited by custom's will
Resolve,
Dissolve
As good intentions line up
Like written lies.
Broken ties are remembered with pain.
All promises are smoke
And we choke on the words
Uttered to the 'maybe' gods
Who shrug their indifference
As they gaze into the bleak distance
of this reinvented,
Broken
World.

© Susan E Birch - November 2015
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