MESSING WITH MYSELF-W.Warigon

MESSING WITH MYSELF

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Who stole the silver lining

From the dark clouds

Above  my chance

That made me cry a river?

A  million tears

Can’t change my case,

But a single smile stealing

Somebody’s thunder.

Tickling  my own fancy

Didn’t pave a way.

Through a jumbled maze

I lost my hallelujah

And while in my ears

My  voice screeches,

Yet the silence here

Is too deafening.

                                                                   Warigon2017

 

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About williwash

A writer, a human rights activist, an adventurer and a poet.
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