A Vain Pain


A Vain Pain by dardenitaaa

Each day I water my doorstep
with a concoction of
Coffee I solitary drink every morning,
spilled milk that never sweetened
and tiny bead of tears

As I wait for someone–anyone

to slip and fall
and accidentally hold on
to me.


4 responses »

  1. What a cute poem you’ve got there. ๐Ÿ™‚

    I don’t know where I should post my “Thank You” note for your compliment about my blog. So I’ll just drop it here… Thank YOU! ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Thanks for dropping by, Zia. I’ve just started blogging again, so it’s really nice to get a nudge from really good bloggers like you. I’m definitely lookin’ forward to more of your posts, so expect me to be a frequent visitor of your blog. Hehe. Thanks. :]

    • It’s awesome how cryptic you can get even with the fewest words, Neutral Universe. Five words, and it gave my poem several other meanings. Thank you.

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