oh how time can steal what makes our world real©
To whom it may concern
i am lost no matter which way i turn,
along the way w/my plans i get too stern
you just have to learn.
Learn that in any way i can not bear
with the sorrow i face there,
it is everywhere
i exist in a nightmare.
If my 1 way out hurts you i'm sorry
but just think how hurt i must be,
to write such feelings of agony
and dare to call it poetry.
Well it isn't always pretty
what's felt inside of me,
mixed emotions run free
no person knows better than He.
He being My Precious Faron
with whom this earth i was sharin,
now without him here my world is barren
and my heart my soul needs sparin.
Bear with me as i try
to make him proud thru tears i cry,
even tho i long to die
for i long for peace to be nigh.
Now i've already died
it's witnessed far and wide,
but peace still is not inside
my remains need scattered....
on the countryside!
Copyright ©2011
You need to have concern
Sally
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