Second Best Poem by medha Reesaul
Second Best
Always the bridesmaid,
But never the bride,
As much as it wounds my pride,
I try to keep my head up high,
Night after night I have cried myself out,
Seeping through the pain inflicted by life,
Exhausted, defeated I have lied,
Tomorrow I will fight
God willing I wake up alive.........
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: pride,wounds
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8/28/2026 12:53:19 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
the vagaries of life, of soul and search depicted well and with emotive intensity blue and dark....yet there is a welcome message of hope at the end....subtle yet palpable liked