A LOVESICK WROTE A LIMERICK By: Carlo Ingar One night, one - TopicsExpress



          

A LOVESICK WROTE A LIMERICK By: Carlo Ingar One night, one gloomy afterlight. The sky bestowed dull half-moon bright, And stars twinkled with blurry sight. One man decided to poem-indite. Hes longing for love, and felt bereft, Like relinquished in a bottomless pit. He drafted his heart on an empty sheet, And freed the grief for long hed kept! His hand moved hard like it owned a life, His fingers groped thight a pen like-knife. His ink on paper was pure living blood, That dropped from his severe wounded heart! He engrossed agony in every rhyme. He scribed misery made of metered line. He dashed-off distress out of rhythmed rime. He contrived a rune of a hidden crime! Then the poem was done, the ink was dry. He read it once and blew a sigh, Then crumbled the paper and made a smile! In bed he lie, and closed his eyes.
Posted on: Thu, 27 Nov 2014 04:55:23 +0000

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