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Someone told me I should try to write about my feelings, im no poet but these are straight form my heart.
I sit in the dark, with a feeling burning inside,
Its not one of hate but of love
Love for the one who has given me purpose
Love for the one who has broken me down
I fear I may never feel this for another soul
A soul mate is for life and I found mine long ago
She seems not to see it
Nor want to see it.
Is it me?
I have no answers just love
Torn apart by desire
Desire for love, her love
What more to life is there if there is no love?
I Hope she can read this one day.
A Dark Path
As I walk down this lonely path, full of doubt and pain,
I think of the ones I love, when will I see them again?
The thoughts rattle around in my head like dried peas in a can
I feel broken and lonely, no longer a man
So many memories, the bad and the good
I can’t picture the bad ones, though I feel I should.
What am I supposed to feel?
I can only think of my wife and family
I can’t imagine life without them and them without me.
My mind is crying, its begging me to quit
My thoughts are dark and I can’t handle it
If this pain could end I feel I could be free
If I died it would hurt those that care about me
Im lucky I have such good people in my life
But it does nothing to persuade me from using a knife
To end of this pain, for I can see no end
My wounds are so deep, I fear they may never mend
I sit in the dark, with a feeling burning inside,
Its not one of hate but of love
Love for the one who has given me purpose
Love for the one who has broken me down
I fear I may never feel this for another soul
A soul mate is for life and I found mine long ago
She seems not to see it
Nor want to see it.
Is it me?
I have no answers just love
Torn apart by desire
Desire for love, her love
What more to life is there if there is no love?
I Hope she can read this one day.
A Dark Path
As I walk down this lonely path, full of doubt and pain,
I think of the ones I love, when will I see them again?
The thoughts rattle around in my head like dried peas in a can
I feel broken and lonely, no longer a man
So many memories, the bad and the good
I can’t picture the bad ones, though I feel I should.
What am I supposed to feel?
I can only think of my wife and family
I can’t imagine life without them and them without me.
My mind is crying, its begging me to quit
My thoughts are dark and I can’t handle it
If this pain could end I feel I could be free
If I died it would hurt those that care about me
Im lucky I have such good people in my life
But it does nothing to persuade me from using a knife
To end of this pain, for I can see no end
My wounds are so deep, I fear they may never mend