I am at a loss for words
Can I really describe the turmoil inside?
I will try
Love is impossible
I've lost all hope
I've tried too hard
Too many times
I remember their faces
But they all walked away
Out of range
Of my mind's eye sight
As I look back now
I can see that they were not for me
But that doesn't ease the turmoil
The longing for comfort
For love
But it's impossible
I want to try
But there isn't anything for me here
There is no one for me here
Patience is a virtue
That's so hard to maintain
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This is why we write you know. To describe the turmoil. To release the energy. To leave a record behind. Time passes, and things change...
I'm glad that I started writing. There was a lot of power in what I wrote. There were some things that were deleted. Some of those thoughts I remember... I wish there had been a way to keep them at the time.
It's different now. Easier. Yet- I'm always surprised at the amount that I still reflect. Still write. As do you, I think...
Our emotions flow into words and touch the heart of anyone who reads.
Another beautiful poem!
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