How I envy them poets and authors To toss words into the air And have them fall in perfect order Why is it so easy to pour out my grief in a poem? And so difficult to capture joy in print? Joy exists in a fleeting moment Grief lasts forever Takes one to feel grief Two to feel joy My joy has already been shared and thus multiplied My grief till now has been private Alone in the dark my grief mushrooms I need to find a friend to halve the burden Will you be that friend?
monkeybite · Tue Jul 21, 2009 @ 12:37pm · 0 Comments |