GroundedA Poem by HayleyOnce again, someone who is no longer in my life. I think this does the whole idea better justice.I hath wilted with the disdain nary of piety, For faith bade me good riddance four seasons ago; My wounds lick the salt from thy notoriety, Parching the heart with the drought of woe. Perhaps I ought not to sit upon the spent; Gossamer clouds dost seek vindication for none all too clear. I shall listen merely to my ground friend, the meadowlark’s lament To rid me of my musings austere. O the merry days held such wistful mind, Pray thy rope of ash betwixt us fester and burn; But no ocean can submerge the ties that bind, Nor cease these flames that heighten churn. © 2011 HayleyReviews
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