Woe is for the woeful


When you say goodbye to those you love
perhaps not on the best of terms
It can leave you tired
Weak
Soft
Depressed an accurate word.
This can linger eb and flow
Torment you to no end
It can zap your strength
(So preserve your will)
Never should you pretend
That you’ve been so wounded
So fouled that all is lost
Persist!
Cry
Sleep (and run)
Embrace the quiet frost
Resolve to see the end
Stay up for the show
For when it passes
(And it will)
You will then have found
A strength you had not known
A new wisdom held within
A world to explore with those
Who still share your wicked grin

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2 Responses to “Woe is for the woeful”

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  2. Beautiful

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