Rain that was falling hid something appalling
A roadway as wicked as sin
Your life I’m recalling in hopes of forestalling
The sadness returning within
So tragic the time, reminiscent of crime
Our friendship was stolen by force
I’m spending this time, removing the grime
This darkness that comes with remorse
We’re chatting away, when the very next day
I’m hating the circle of life
For coping today, these words help allay
But your absence still cuts like a knife
So displeasing this taste, I’m writing in haste
To linger encourages gloom
The expression of waste for stating my case
A flower was robbed of its bloom
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Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) since about 2014 and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.
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That was extremely well written and flowed like a river of soft sad silk. Sorry for your loss.
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