Getting a poem to fit exactly into a 99 word space poses something of an obstacle for artistic integrity. That’s my excuse, anyway.
The sun descends
Behind the night
Fading feelings
Dimming light
Hide my sorrow
Cancel debt
Might I forgive
But not forget?
Might I stand tall
Against this wind
Might I not fall
With you, who’ve sinned
Erase the memories
Change my step
And not relive
What I regret?
Did you think
I felt no pain?
Your clever insults
All in vain?
Impervious
To your attack
Your lives … your knives
Behind my back?
Did you hear
That last goodbye
Did that tear
Escape your eye?
Or were you looking
From above
For that’s no way
To look for love.
Richmond Road 
Wow!! Rhyme on!!
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oh love it pops, another masterpiece 🙂
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Beautifully done!
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Aw, gee! Thankyou.
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Bravo!! Being reproved never sounded so good..
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Really? It reads a bit awkwardly to me – as though it was written by someone whose focus was too much occupied with counting words.
I like the last few lines. They can stay.
I thankyou profusely anyway.
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