There she sat
At the edge of forever
Lost in the gloom
Of the shadowy weather
Slumped all alone
In her dismal state
She wondered if anyone
Could possibly relate
Was her solitary life
Always meant to be
If only the answer
She could one day see
Forever seemed too far
As the friendless void imprisoned
No condemnation to pass
This was mostly her decision
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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I love how you can make simplistic poems so stunning, vibrant, and magical in such a unique way-as you’ve seen before, I have problems whenever I try to do that myself. 🙂
This has so many great lines too.
Amazing job! ❤
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This means so much to me… thank you ❤️
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