It's painful to admit, that I travel down a pit
Still wandering again, to fated morbid end
Where all paths lead to you, despite the potent truth
That for all my wise remarks, I fell to longings of the heart
The panging of 'what - ifs', the sorrow in 'if only'
That highlight nothing more, than a man so gone and lonely
Perhaps it should be noted, I find reason often quoted
In my head a logic binds, to these thoughts and so unwinds
All the strings of foolishness, before such actions are remiss
So I set to common tasks, with my face a placid mask
Disguised in neutral tone, that I enjoy my time alone
When in truth each second known, cuts deeper than the bone.
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A Poem For Your Thoughts
PoetryA collection of Poems and Prose that were inspired by the many people I have met, and those I have yet to meet.
