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Darkness has me in its hold,

I can't believe a thing I'm told

Seems pointless to carry on,

After all my love is gone.

 

It's not right I say

That I have to carry on this way

I hurt in places I can't reach

Staring at walls I can not breach

 

This place was once my home

My hearts desire is to roam

To places I might like to see

If only my thoughts would let me be.

 

I worry, I fret, I stew,

But sleep is all I seem to do.

And wait for another day to pass

I hope tomorrow is my last.

Posted (edited)

Please note gentle readers that this poem does not express my thoughts nor feelings but was inspired by a visit to a broken hearted old man I love.

Edited by Regel
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