Sigh

Sigh

Every time that somebody pains me

In more ways than one;

I let out a heave of saddened air

That brings no peace or love.

It fills me with the anguish

Of having no real hope;

And yet I am cautiously thinking

This is the end of my rope.

Things seem to change through life

And sometimes are hard to release;

That's usually around the time I sigh

Hoping some fresh air will make things cease.

Yet for all the times that I sigh;

I never seem to be getting it right.

Reviews

[Janice Fronek(red.panda..]

Oh my... I just love the flow in this poem.. keep up the good work :)

[A. Amos]

Interesting piece of work thanks for sharing