A Cruel Ability Poem by Jenny Harper

A Cruel Ability



I am walking through a storm
It´s raining like hell

And I think:
Now I can cry

About lost opportunities;
Memories of wonderful persons
I have messed up with
I have failed to open up to

But wish
I didn´t

These cruel ability to spoil everything
beautiful
that comes my way

There´s always hope
And these thoughts of making amends
of having a second chance
or a third
or


But then again
when realization comes over me
the storm begins

It´s raining
Now I can cry

Can`t I?

Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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