Mend

A bit regarding the dissolution of any type of relationship.

Sweetened lies, dead ties.

All rendered by a simplistic alibi.

Uneven tides, harsh chides.

All ended by wavering confides.

Here it lays, the fall delays.

There is nothing to say.

But there it stands, despite reprimands.

Oh it is clear who is damned.

Perhaps with time, the same line

will seem more divine.

Until then, this is just an unfortunate blend

where personal interconnections can’t mend.

Reviews

[Stephanie Baker]

This is my favourite poem:)