Finest Hour

Throbbing

pulsating

grind

left behind

to deal

with the day's toil

once more

unfurled upon me-

 

Throbbing

pulsating

grind

at the end of the day

my head pounds

with dismay-

 

Throbbing

pulsating

grind

has not yet ceased

but is now our

finest hour.

 

 

Reviews

[Arthur Henn]

Could not help but type a little some thing here to make one feel better.
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Its time I shape your loving soul
The pain you feel tonight
Ever so lightly will fade away

Nothing like spending a romantic hour
Serenading this nights full moon

Watching you dance
Upon this nights
Summer breeze
Is where we belong.

(((Hugs)))

Art
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Hope you feel better soon

[Gavin Keary]

I agree with the headache part, but it is a very good poem. This is definitely added to my favorites, sir!

[Christopher 'Windstorm'..]

almost sounds like a headache coming to bloom. also could be that a little anger is coming out, but i like how the way the words say so much yet are not too deep where they are unkown. well done i really liked
blessed be!