"Victory" (1: of who knows how many)
Victory, oh how I long for you.
Like the grave is bitter sweet,
It is this peace that I never meet.
When you bring others across this gap,
Why is it me, for which you never come back?
When we come face to face, I ask,"Why is that?"
You turn from me and say,"It is me you will never have."
Oh Victory, dear tormenter of my soul,
Please bring me solace, please let me go!
Like the grave is bitter sweet,
It is this peace that I never meet.
When you bring others across this gap,
Why is it me, for which you never come back?
When we come face to face, I ask,"Why is that?"
You turn from me and say,"It is me you will never have."
Oh Victory, dear tormenter of my soul,
Please bring me solace, please let me go!
posted by Breaking Culture at 5:08 PM
5 Comments:
Lovely job dear, lovely. {Took that post long enough to pop up, eh?!}
Fascinating! Very cool indeed.
More pictures.
I resonate with this poem. Good job!
Good job. Keep up the good work.
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