Grief All My Life
I look away for a second,
And when I look back you're gone,
Times flown by like a bird,
Only it doesn't feel alright,
The morning sun went down,
Only since you're not here,
It wont rise like it used to,
My smiles faded high,
For another year has gone by,
Yet nothings changed,
And I wonder why.
I call for help,
And no one appears,
I start to cry,
But no one hears.
Another dacade has gone by,
I haven't smiled,
And people wonder why,
It's just not the same,
Without you here.
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| It's My Life | 0 | 08/02/2009 |
| On The Run | 0 | 08/02/2009 |
| Grief All My Life | 0 | 08/02/2009 |
| Still As Ever | 0 | 08/02/2009 |
| Since That Day | 0 | 06/22/2009 |
| Robbery | 1 | 03/14/2009 |
| A Divided World | 0 | 03/06/2009 |
| Goodbye | 2 | 11/22/2008 |
| My Lost Love | 1 | 10/29/2008 |
| Without His Trace | -1 | 10/29/2008 |
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