Ora sono ubriaco d'universo. (Ungaretti)

Unwanted Endings (poem)

The changing wind reminded me
of lost control of life.
The trees shed leaves, sun sought to set:
a season’s resolved strife.

Those hurt do seek resolution.
But feeling all would end
was forest, wind. Surrounding self,
collapses, turns and rends.

1 Comment

  1. -Those hurt do seek resolution.- Strong words my friend. It’s been a while since I last wrote my own poem. Might as well make one. :) Thanks!

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