I am joining in with d’Verse Poets challenge to write a a cinquain. I’ve chosen an English cinquain with a rhyme scheme of A-B-A-B-B. There are no length requirements for the lines.
Pride is what I should feel,
but past hurts and future fears
leave me with regrets real.
Stony silence sounds like jeers;
cheeks wet with a mother’s tears.
As I continue to grow old
and look to the end, I wonder
what does the future hold?
Are we doomed to be asunder,
or will your hatred fold?