Poetry…(rhymes)
Is all I write
Feels like a waste of time
Time that has been kind
(In hindsight –
I’ve always looked behind)
Through all battles fought
Life has cheated
Me of what I once sought.
This thought will pass.
Love is me.
Its grief does not last.
But a violence fills me
I rage against the night
Silently.
Life will continue
to use love’s heart
Despite these poetic lessons
That chronicle
its tearing apart.
Shine down on me, starry night,
Shower your blues and yellows;
Transcend death into your light;
I’ll wait until it all mellows.
Your buildings are cut and dry,
Blue-grey trees keeping them soft,
There’s one great star asking, why
Black brush strokes hold the sky aloft?
Faith falls short in my belief;
Nature becomes the pillars;
Trees big and small give relief
People are silent killers.
Starry night, kindly, be kind
And merge these lines into one;
Leave not a sole stroke behind
Beautify what you’ve begun.
When you loved me,
Against us, the world could be,
For we prevailed
And faced it, valiantly.
Now you have gone.
The world lashes, with jibes and jeers –
And I stand yet –
Despite your loss and all my tears.
Hearts Still Care 
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