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Riverbed of Pidgeons

Poetry By: parkelis
Poetry


Disappointment.


Submitted:Apr 2, 2011    Reads: 43    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   


A: Grandmama, I feel the kicking of new life.

B: Unwedded sin, you've killed the earth with a knife.

A: Don't utter such thoughts, I cannot go back.

B: Look upon yourself, see what you lack.

A: Restraint? No, I was in love.

B: The hunters will soon gather; run, my once innocent, white dove.

A: Are they coming, to slay the pigeon I've now become.

B: And two will suffer, you are not alone.

A: I've disappointed you, I've let you down.

B: There is no time, wipe away that frown.

A: Push me out; it's only becomming of my case.

B: Please don't ever believe that you are a waste.

A: Where am I go, what is my plan?

B: Oh, as I thought, there is no man.

A: Of course, I am now desolate.

B: Go to the riverbed, lie down, and wait.





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