Evanesce
Prose – Poetry
by Anne G
There have been times
when I would wish
the world away,
and hope that I would – evanesce.
Hours fraught
with great affliction
anguish, sorrow and regret
and hope that I would – disappear.
Day and nights
spent wondering why
so many things had gone awry,
and hope that I would – fade away.
The twists and turns
that make life, life
soon took me to
a place I knew.
I was uplifted
once again,
my troubles vanished
with the wind.
The answer at
my fingertips,
the answer soon
became so clear.
The purpose
of my being here;
live to live
is why I’m here.
JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write? I write because I am: Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live. Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference. My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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