I remember feeling so alone.
Surrounded by people, I stood solitary
In the midst of the storm you created.
A swirling abyss of loneliness
Threatened to deluge my soul with paralyzing fear
As I fought to regain my sense of self.
Gut clenching pain would overtake me
With every chance public encounter we shared.
Outside I smiled, forcing my public face.
Years later you dare to confront me,
With your rewritten version of our history;
Declaring I had chosen to be alone.
You had no apologies, no tears.
You were guiltless and I was the uncaring woman
Who had turned her back and walked out on you.
Yet I see the regret on your face;
The loneliness in your voice echoes in my ears.
I feel pity for what you have become.
You, lover, are now solitary.
Surrounded by family and friends, you are alone.
In the midst of the storm you created.
Isn’t it lonely to play God?
Coyright 2002
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Humanity,i.e. Politicians,Presidents,Dictators,Kings,Queens, Etc. Having Been Playing God since Beginning Of Time...
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Sad but wonderful work, Leysa!
None of what happens to you has anything to do with the world of facts. Bill