Change.
I do not like change.
Lonely blow the winds of change,
they steal, ice cold through every hour,
what was is not, and cannot be.
All that’s left will fall away, leave
an empty shell of me.
© sweetwater 2023
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I do not like change.
Lonely blow the winds of change,
they steal, ice cold through every hour,
what was is not, and cannot be.
All that’s left will fall away, leave
an empty shell of me.
very sad poem horrible when change is like that
Thank you, lose something you love deeply and everything else falls apart it seems. Sue.
This is an honest confession. What is outside of us changes. What is inside is unchangeable. Your title inevitably connects with the inside. Thank you for sharing.
Ssupratik
Thank you for commenting Supratik it’s much appreciated. Change has run ahead of me and I find it hard to keep up at the moment.
sue.
Thankyou Trevor, you have summed up the problem so well, change that comes slowly is acceptable over time and one can adjust but just lately things have rushed ahead of me and I cannot see a way to regain control.
I am so pleased that you enjoy my writing, unfortunately I can’t seem to write the lighter lighter ones at the moment.
Thank you for your very kind comment. Sue.