Painted toes
reveal her mood,
bespeckled flecks,
a Swedish brew;
singing to the 9,
a midnight tune;
dreams gone
astray,
moments too
soon, wondering
in the night,
will he be
all right?
Tossing and
yearning,
inwardly
burning, of
days gone
by- secretly
hurting.
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Oh, wow. This is so emotional and sad, especially as evinced in the second half of the poem. It seems like the theme is about suffering in silence and that is absolutely heartbreaking. So many go through that, even worse when they are alone. You capture these feelings well in this poem. Extremely well-written with an amazing meter and rhyme scheme. ❤ ❤
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Thank you, Lucy! To God be the glory! I appreciate your kind words. 🙂
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