Simple words sounds like gospel and angel hymns
when they come from certain people. No grand
speech nor long serenades match the emotion
born of a single word: yes,
and similarly it’s counterpart. It breaks the heart
and blights the soul. But there is nothing to be done
when it is not meant to be, not when a single word
cuts the path ahead: no,
there might be another more wrenching for the soul.
The mean of two words seem fair but mistakenly so;
indecision and fear of the unknown, a fog of war
hiding the road, or a cliff at the end.
NaPoWrimo April 10 prompt, a love poem.
But I couldn’t get into the proper mood hence I shall settle for this instead. At least unlike last Sunday, I wrote this today.
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