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FOSTERED TEARS
 
The day begins with drops of rain
That seem to quickly start my pain.
It is a wound that will not heal....
I'll bet you know just how I feel.

The loss of those we love the most,
Continue to remain our host...
Not meaning to inflict remorse,
Yet somehow....we are drawn off course.

I don't remember how it feels
To laugh and play without these ills...
Of sorrow clouding up my eyes
And fostering these tears I cry.

I simply can't believe it's true...
That I'll not see the sight of you
On this or any other plane,
As long as mortal life remains.

At times I'm tempted then to do
The thing which brings me...there with you.
But HIS own hand won't let me go.
And how I wish it were not so!
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The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE

By MissSharon

© 2019 MissSharon (All rights reserved)

 

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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