Mistake by Amanda J CobbLast night I cried,
with a grief like one
whose breath has been ripped away
before her lungs could fully grasp
how wonderous pure oxygen is;
like one who has glimpsed paradise
in her dreams
but does not recognize it
until returned to the waking world;
like one whose happiness
was a simple melody
that went unnoticed
among the symphony she created.
I cried with the grief
of one who has lost something dear
that she never truly had. 11/10/2003 Author's Note: Aha. Second draft. Much better. Yeah similes. And such.
Posted on 11/11/2003 Copyright © 2025 Amanda J Cobb
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