The Hurt

Ron Flatow
My colorless pit
bellows with a savage anger
for the girl I knew
an Italian flower
from our loves grace
her warm eyes once caressing
a moment as I pass by
why so surprised?
with my own eyes
someone else makes her fly,
oh deep inside,
old and familiar.
but tears are they not,
then why am I in a knot.
Once upon a time
running wild through my mind

Published by Ron Flatow

Ron is a published freelance writer and lyricist in magazines and small press. He collaborates with musicians, keyboardists and composers. Has received several poetry awards and has completed a lyrical poetr...  View profile

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