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Song-Of-A-Lonely-Lady

So Many Days.

So many were the days of hostility
so much of defying and struggle
agony, making you tremble
to your very fingertips,
compressing your lips
in a silent combat of yourself.

Why should you be anxious
why should you conceal your pride
choked in your latest sigh,
still and quelled between sobs
the pulse of your heart, the beat
almost dying,
reviving and sinking again to sleep.

Why heading and stirring to nowhere
it’s here you should wait to settle
why should we let our violent disposition
our whitened cheeks our hearts to stiffened,
but filling our bloodless lips
with words of love for ever and ever.

December 2015. ©k.c.