Poezie

Irresolution

1 min lectură·25 martie 2004

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I’m hesitating and I feel like hell;

I hate the oscillation from my past.

The time is flying so very fast;

My love has left me and I want to yell.

I’m feeling weak and timid, in despair;

My feeble life has let me down.

Oh, God! My cowardice makes me a clown

And indecision has always been there.

Uncertainty and frailty took him away.

And finally I understood the fall

Which made him not loving me at all:

I was faltering and wavering all day.

And now I’m dilly-dallying with my uncertain time,

I’m fluctuating and I feel so ill;

I know my capricious life won’t fulfill.

So, being frail and fickle is nothing but a crime.

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Adriana Stoica. “Irresolution.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/adriana-stoica/poezie/67811/irresolution

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