Treasure Island

Jesus James Llorico


The Bench In The Park


'As I sit alone in the park
And nothing but gloom all around
With graying clouds and skies so dark
As heavy rains showered the ground

My lovely rose has now withered
At the top of bench where it lay
Where the incessant rains has drenched
Like my love that sadly gave way

I felt depressed and numbed in grief
Even there was pleas for mercy
Her sorrow seems beyond relief
That there was no more remedy

The cane that I now hold in hand
Is where I lean to ease my pain
My love that's hard to understand
To life I reflect once again

My clothes are wet and my mind gone
This pouring rains has clearly mark
The love I have is lost and done
As I sit in a bench in this park.'

Submitted: Sunday, November 17, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 18, 2013
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