Done…   [POEM]

not until you are finish
and have had enough
by way of experience,
through sorts of stuff

no word will matter
no saving grace
no escape from the trueness
less for saving face

beyond the fate or certain chance
there be reason and circumstance
so side by side of standing by
you won’t elude the demanding why

hurt brings love for awful things
pain calls lonely right at home
trouble decides the way you feel
confused is why you are alone

…until you are done.


©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers


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