augustunicorn
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(7/13/03 17:45)
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A Tangle Of Twisted Thought
I would like to share this poem with you, hope you like it.
A Tangle Of Twisted Thought
The morning is a tangle,
A jumble of twisted thought,
A wind-chime all a jangle
With what the night has wrought.
The birds, they speak in riddle
As they dip a wing in flight,
Caught somewhere in the middle
Of someone else’s plight.
A coffee cup lies broken
Where it smashed upon the floor,
Another useless token
That cannot be restored.
Like the heart you left shattered
And betrayed by lack of trust,
Causing all that really mattered
To fall into the dust;
Where the flies of desperation
Feast upon a tortured soul,
That once in separation
Can never be made whole.
And no amount of weeping
Can cleanse the wounded eye
Or stop the hurt from seeping,
Only time can tell us why
A day has many facets
Some hidden and some known,
While most are very tacit
Others wail just like a stone.
For the wailing stone is where
We cast our splintered dreams,
The ones we used to share
Every night and now it seems
That no words of forgiveness
Can repair the damage done,
And we’ll constantly relive this
As each passing of the sun
Brings closure to a day
That was laden with tangled thought,
And reminds us along the way
Of the hard lesson that was taught.
© William August Kobs
If you like this poem, please let me know.
contact@poetryinacup.org
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