Hope.
Forlorn, illusive.
Thinking, fearing, trying.
Ever so blighted.
Broken.
Anon
2 thoughts on “Dead as a Dodo”
Dodo Bird
You too will be OK!
The night is always darkest
right before dawn.
Deep down you know that.
Nothing is ever really broken,
just tangled up like a double
Pretzel in need of straightening
up…
See what I did there?
up
up
😉
Isn’t the daily dalliance by memories of pain an essential lesson? Yet I continue to feel like the dark side of the moon, untouched by light. Maybe one day I can make a new start but I can’t mend a broken heart, just rearrange the pieces and let the forlorn feeling of despair seep out.
Dodo Bird
You too will be OK!
The night is always darkest
right before dawn.
Deep down you know that.
Nothing is ever really broken,
just tangled up like a double
Pretzel in need of straightening
up…
See what I did there?
up
up
😉
Isn’t the daily dalliance by memories of pain an essential lesson? Yet I continue to feel like the dark side of the moon, untouched by light. Maybe one day I can make a new start but I can’t mend a broken heart, just rearrange the pieces and let the forlorn feeling of despair seep out.
AM