End Or A New Start

There I was, at the edge of a cliff

In the verge, of petting the wrong incline

A scuttle into the dawn of the hour

Had cost me the soul of liaisons divine

 

I lost a friend, a divine prospect

I miss her now, I miss those caring eyes

I miss her presence, to wipe my tears

I miss her hug, my paradise

 

She wept with me, for all the toughs

She laughed with me at all my joys

She smiled with me for every triumph

Nourished my swamps with a smile of coy

 

That one dusk, I made the choice

A resentful, offensive, dire choice

I gave up once, but never will

I know I’d miss her celestial voice    

Reviews

[Celtic]

An another great poem of today. You know what here i saw pain, miss, depth, joy, sorrow n so on...it's a deep writin' of today. I didn't expect that i'd read here none other else but by you...liked this piece, strong writin'. It's about missin' your frnds as i read.
pain in heart's so much...joy ttogether, laugh together, but after alone missin' alone not together...nice idea to write, you know what i loved here this line
There I was, at the edge of a cliff
In the verge, of petting the wrong incline...yeah, you startin' lines're powerful much indeed...
very nice piece, great job, well done.
nice ink of today.

[Anusha Prabhu]

Indeed..I wrote this poem for a friend that I lost Because I took a wrong Decision once... Now she's my friend again but the guilt never dies.. Thank you so much for your review