I cry for what has never been
I cry for what has been altered
I cry for what will never be
I cry that it’s all too absurd

When will things change to my liking
To be as I wish them to see
Especially personal stuff
Changes that only affect me

Not to be selfish or self-adoring
But just to add in a bit of fairness
An even-ing up without a warning
Without life being a tightly drawn harness

I know that past times have been written
And a little of life does remain
So through it I will stumble as usual
And quite likely will go mildly insane.

Barbara Blackcinder


About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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One Response to Alterations

  1. Mildly insane is cool—just keep it at that setting, Barb 🙂

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