Too Brief, All Too Brief
Whatever hell you've been through
She has endured much more than you
Whatever territory you own
She will claim it as her home
We stood by and watched her fall
As she spurned the greatest gift of all
She could not see what she had already
And that, we all agree, is her greatest tragedy.
She has endured much more than you
Whatever territory you own
She will claim it as her home
We stood by and watched her fall
As she spurned the greatest gift of all
She could not see what she had already
And that, we all agree, is her greatest tragedy.
Labels: identity, ingratitude, poetry, regret, self-image, self-sabotage
posted by Louise at 1:33 am
3 Comments:
The greatest tragedy of all, indeed.
Spot on.
I wish the person at whom it is aimed would read and absorb it.
Regards
'rie
Who is it aimed at?
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