Punch / Counterpunch
a poem of a lonely heart
A missed opportunity realised,
Will I ever meet the right eyes?
So much time on the Sweet & Sour,
Miss chances like native flowers.
But just as all seems to be lost,
And I begin to count the cost.
The glimmer of hope, from the strangest port,
Could it be possible? To mingle with this sort?
“Sit back and wait” says one,
The other screams ‘Go for it, c'mon!”
My mind screams mixed advice,
At least they seem a bit nice.
When will this torment stop,
More than likely, I’ll ruin the lot.
I’ll not be happy, till my life you fade in,
My somewhere, sometime, fair maiden...
About the Creator
Savannah K. Wilson
She/Her | Australian 🏳️⚧️ Author
Queer and all class with a touch of sass! (or maybe the reverse!)
short stories, poetry, life experience
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Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH5 days ago in Critique
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Go, Go Not, bum, bum the heart beats your pace to go, so of course you go.
Romantic and yearning!