O’ Mystery

O' Mystery

gentle sleep evades this soul

who played the fool and fell

in love with you.  you, who

comes to steal away each

sunlit day by leaving me

in misery . . .  o’ mystery,

why torture me?  with just

a thought, this pain is

wrought both night and day.

©kay salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on January 11, 2015, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Beautiful

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Thank you, darling Anders.

    Like

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