TI AMO
by Anton Wills-Eve
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neighbour’s thoughts
TI AMO
I am so tired.
the very pressure
of my fingers
on these keys
drains me
of all energy.
Only the act of thinking
seems to leave me
fit to carry on
telling the world
the story
of my life.
But why?
Who cares?
Why bother blogging.?
It is only bragging
spelled two letters
differently.
Is this the sum
of my existence?
Two letters changed
for two more
of equal insignificance?
No deeds
worth recounting,
no words
worth quoting,
noticed by few
missed by fewer.
Yet I had a dream,
she kept me awake
my heart beating,
my hope that love
would not
pass me by
every day
until I died.
I begged her,
‘smile on me’
and on all
my whole world;
you’ll raise the sun
and stem the tide
of that depression
which crushes me
night and day.
And this
you did.
What can I say?
Do you think
the world
will hear my heart,
with you
beating upon it,
and would this
justify those words,
of this
our love,
I did not
dare to say
to any others;
Lest by blogs
and brags
I might our secret
passion give away.
Anton Wills-Eve
Very tender and heartfelt, Anton.
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Judy, this is my first ever attempt at free verse. I found I couldn’t write as
I usually do in verse or prose and after 4 hours this just happened. Very odd feeling! Anton
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