Reflections Of Desperation
As I remember it was real rainy day.
When the floods came in and washed the city away.
I had to start over and make a new life.
I was hoping you would come too .
Now reflecting without the comfort and love of you.
I want to ask you when did we loose control?When did we reach the period when you wanted no more?
I grow weary, thinking , about what could have been.
I meant no malice or pain but I could give you no more.
You meant no malice, you refrain,you took my youth away!
I’m left with nothing at all,just an old, dark, empty room.
And though I am not bitter I just want to let it go.
A bitter pill to swallow for sure;a life of hollow memories to endure.
A body dried with age Like a wilted Hand on a wilted page.
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