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The Ache
I am a known scribbler,
But tonight my words and emotions,
Conspire to confound me.
Those two conniving mockers,
Made light of me in my jubilation,
And then in my abject prostration.
Neither allowed themselves,
To be exposed or read out fully,
Though they whinged and complained,
In my chest most tiresomely.
Their limits often shortchanged me terribly.
But I will manage to say this...
Some first- time losses,
Feel like life- time oppressions.
Some joys are just glass,
They are not supposed diamonds.
~ (04.01.24).
© Abigail Sim
But tonight my words and emotions,
Conspire to confound me.
Those two conniving mockers,
Made light of me in my jubilation,
And then in my abject prostration.
Neither allowed themselves,
To be exposed or read out fully,
Though they whinged and complained,
In my chest most tiresomely.
Their limits often shortchanged me terribly.
But I will manage to say this...
Some first- time losses,
Feel like life- time oppressions.
Some joys are just glass,
They are not supposed diamonds.
~ (04.01.24).
© Abigail Sim
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