A Stoic Reminder
Four years past in quiet bearing
Each day non I do not stand
At the road fork, heart just baring
But foiled by face twas feigned as bland.
But like the cactus as my shade,
And the vulture spying from above;
No comfort, Woe's dismal bade
Farewell & left one void of love.
Standing here, refuse to leave
This hollow within you cannot reave.
31 March 2008