instead
of sharing
our gifts
we judge
one another
only revealing
our own
inadequacies
instead
of giving
our love
we hoard
haphazardly
waiting
to receive
more
we only deceive
ourselves
more
til the shore no longer
reaches the sea
and the lighthouse
fails to be
a beacon
of hope
but rather
a grey mound
off of which
the sound of regret
echoes
filling souls
with empty promises
of revival
hi jennifer...i hope i've got your name right...i really really am impressed with u...the poems r just great as is the artwork on the poems...could u tell where u got the artwork from?but the poems r just great...if they were in a book i would certainly get a paid download....about everybody else i don't know what to say but I certainly would
ReplyDeleteThank you Sohail. Yes, my name is Jennifer. I usually just find photos I like on Google images. I do photography as well and really should start using some of my own. I have been wanting to compile my poems into a book for quite some time now but it seems that I am the Queen of Procrastination. :)
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