Or an outdoor mat,
Indifference sets in,
A moody spat with yourself,
Hardly reacts,
Nothing seems to count,
Except disillusionment,
And you don’t want to accept,
The realization that,
Nothing or no one to love,
Projects a transparent image,
Of emptiness,
That you can’t pick up.
on the plain
a ditch
but never a fall
daily
just a pattern
but most of all
tragic
most
allergic
in essence
the evanescence
the most read
poetry
but not always
focused on comments
you have to go out for your story
before you get lost mondially
first, sit with pride
in the front porch worldwide
and also exhale loud completely
to attract people for your poetic points
honest, sincere attitude based upon love
fortunately you like very much this theme
most saddest
story
you are ever my champion
sooo cute and smartest
Dive deep, deeper, profound
your eternal loving notes
Difficulties to present?
A problem with this event?
Do not worry, sir
this is only for this one time acceptance
in benevolence
these days a rarity
love for poetry….
Pipi
© Sylvia Frances Chan
AD. Monday The 23rd April 2018
@ 12.43 hrs. P.M. West/European Time