Friday, 9 April 2010

poetry feeling weak

Feeling weak

Lost for words unable to speak

Alone in a room weary and weak

Strength gone unable to fight

Nothing I do turns out right

Call it, self pity but filled with sorrow

Is there a point to seeing, tomorrow?

Just to be happy is that too much to ask

Life’s a bitch, a thankless task

Why the punishment, what did I do

Able to move on, if only I knew

To find true love is all I desire

Instead all I get is burning fire

Too romantic but that’s just me

What you get is what you see

No airs no graces no disguises or ugly faces

My life laid open no hidden spaces

Rejection cuts so deep inside

Reality hits when you find out they lied

Starting to question, is it me

Is this the way my life will always be

Fates conspire to work against me

If given a chance they soon would see

Tables turned, back in their face

The way I’ve been treated, a total disgrace

Small minds with nothing better to do

Usually those we know, sad but true

These are the times we need to be strong

To be free to live life, is it so wrong

We do not harm, we just want to live

And share in the love and joy we each will give

As man and wife until my dying day

To love a partner, completely in everyway

For a love to grow nothing should get in the way

Thoughts and prayers what is on our minds to say?

Through all the troubles and mischief we face

We should be in it for the marathon not just the race

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