The Blunder, TINA V [poetry books to read .TXT] 📗

Copyright ©2010 by Tina V


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This book is a work of fiction and a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance is entirely coincidental.


Photo cover courtesy of Jan Yusay.

The Final Hour

His mind is breaking with desperation
His soul is suffering from within
Sinking with grief in his heart,
Drowning in tears of seclusion
Dying deeply in despair;

His hands are shaking
His legs are numbed
His body slowly melts like a candle
Burning until it dies down;


Drink this cup of wine
That dripped out from the vine
Feel his pain and suffering
In his life of misery
Hoping pain will stop
As he breathes his last breath.


Alas! Pray for his soul
His final hour has come,
Have mercy on him
As he rest his spirit unto Thy hands.

The Tragedy of Time

Many years had gone by
But it was still clear in his mind
The memories of his past . . .


He was only seventeen
So wild and adventurous,
He got dizzy and drunk
That he lost control of the event . . .
Crashed in a road of nowhere
Fallen in the river of death.


When he came to his senses
He then suddenly realized
That the only girl of his life
Just paid the price
Because she didn' t survive
The tragedy of time.

Memories of his lost love
Buried in his heart
He will never forget
His mistake once caused
That tragedy of time.

House of Prison

He kept her in a world of isolation
Seven days in her house of prison;

She cried out loud for him
Like a beggar and pauper
Give her alms of love and attention;
With jealousy, he punished her
Tortured with emotional persecution
Exhausted and battered . . .
He never even heard her cries
He made her feel like crazy.


She was a strong woman
But drowned with her stupidity,
The man of her love
and reason for living
Became the reason for her leaving;
She had to let go . . .
Let go and let it be
As she escaped her house of prison.

Publication Date: 08-05-2010

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