Melodies Of Choice


Played like a fiddle

for her little riddle

this little imbecile

to fall was simple.

I walk halls creak

do boards a house

isn’t a home when

void of her sound.

Played a piano soar

into heavenly doors

I begged I implored

mercy from a Lord.

The light she gives

upon this bed live

I in thought forgive

a mercy God hid.

My tongue is sharp,

but brings not harm.

In throws of alarm

she offers her arm.

Shed I rough course,

here I try to divorce,

fierce I am my choice

are melodies a voice.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. eob2 says:

    There is a problem with your posts, the start of each poem is not visible as a whole

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you. I’ll check on that.

      Liked by 1 person

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