The Healing Process

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    The Healing Process



    My life has been missing
    Since you've been gone.
    It’s unusual and annoying
    Like an overplayed song.

    I don’t call home anymore
    Because your not there.
    The happiness is gone sore.
    The house seems quiet and bare.

    When the weather is bad I look
    For a missed call from you
    But its not there. no one
    Even seems to care.

    When the days come and go
    They just seem empty sad and lonely
    When seasons change I think of you
    And where you are. So near, yet so far.

    An angel in the heavens above
    Making everyone smile
    Touched by your love
    And your style.

    The memories of you often
    Make me cry. A hard reality I
    Am still trying to accept when I know all
    I have left are memories and pictures of you

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    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.

    estee’s Poems (9)

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    pain 1
    Elissas fairytale 2
    Thinking Of You 1
    snow globe 0
    The Healing Process 0
    tear drops 1
    Sweet Lies 0
    True Love 1
    The Fading Sunlight 2