Spared

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Spared
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how I do long
for the damp dreary days
of deep december
when my fallen face
of melancholy
is commonplace
when no one intrudes
to question what’s the matter
because all around
are caught up in the blues

oh if only
you could find it
in your heart
to forgive
this sadly lost
and broken man
who much too late
understands he was a fool
and in his sorrow
understands why you refuse

but how I wish
ill-tempered weather
would ensue
to drive the joyful
that mock around me
back indoors
so I’d be spared
the pain of smiling faces
and the bitter memory
of how much I did lose
• • •
rob kistner

2011

Posted over on his site Image and Verse
Listed as #3 over on Magpie Tales 80