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Vanished
It was a dreadful afternoon—
When the dark kills the hazy light.
My spoon turns cold in doom,
Devoured by a tempestuous fight.
All seems to vanish in the mist—
Like all my senses lift narrowly.
It quivers my brain's gist—
As I wailed ferociously.
I was so jealous that time
That you got another pair.
Walking down the street signs—
Secretly crying about your illicit affair.
You said that I'm nasty at poetry,
But this is all about you, Honey.
I might be outlandish by my works,
Yet I'm not like your tough wine cork.
Now the light dethrones the darkness,
In my life that loses its brightness.
I stood up on the ground,
Healed by my words and sound.
© Joel Gigante
When the dark kills the hazy light.
My spoon turns cold in doom,
Devoured by a tempestuous fight.
All seems to vanish in the mist—
Like all my senses lift narrowly.
It quivers my brain's gist—
As I wailed ferociously.
I was so jealous that time
That you got another pair.
Walking down the street signs—
Secretly crying about your illicit affair.
You said that I'm nasty at poetry,
But this is all about you, Honey.
I might be outlandish by my works,
Yet I'm not like your tough wine cork.
Now the light dethrones the darkness,
In my life that loses its brightness.
I stood up on the ground,
Healed by my words and sound.
© Joel Gigante
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