Hate me if you want to; I beg that you do.
I cannot fathom loving and losing anyone else.
Everyone leaves, and I’m left with the pain.
It creeps in my soul
Pushing all hope and love and enjoyment aside.
I am a wreck, a shadow of someone who was once great.
I laughed and joked, loved and embraced.
Life takes it all away. It gives and takes.
It feels like it just takes from me,
Slowly leeching all hope and love and enjoyment out.
If you love me, or think you do.
Please stop and just walk away.
I’m not worth the hassle. I never will be.
Not since my heart was stolen away by that beautiful little boy
who slipped from my grasp while I slept down the hall.
This was painful to read, and reads like a cry for help. If not already, I strongly urge you to get help dealing with your grief. We lost twin boys that were born extremely premature. That was over 38 years ago, and I can tell you it still hurts, but it does get better.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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