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Poetry
For me Poetry is an expression of emotion.
Something that I do not express well to others in the spoken word.
Yet to remain sane I must express these feelings in some form or fashion.
I choose the written word.
All my life I've walked the path
and felt life's hard,cruel wrath.
Never once have I judged
what it is that I have done.
To see it all as in a dream.
To some pathetic it may seem.
A badge of courage they say I've earned
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Those that suffer are the ones which now come
for I keep myself from them.
No badge I've won.
They are the ones to feel the pain
for I will never be the same.
All my life I'll be alone
tying to find my way back home.
I'll continue to walk this path
and feel life's hard cruel wrath.
As I sit and wonder
I think of many things.
Why the raindrops fall
and the robin never sings.
I wonder if they're thinking
of a love untrue.
A forever thinking feeling
I'm afraid I'm thinking too.
As I sit and wonder
of fall as dead and cold.
I cannot help but ponder
if my heart is growing old.
As I sit and wonder
of how my youth was spent.
I remember giving my soul
as people came and went.
As I sit and wonder
of a love forever true.
I cannot help but feel
there is no such thing as you.
A knight in shining armor.
A prince upon a steed.
I wonder if I'll fill the void
my heart and soul does need.
As I sit and wonder
I think of many things.
Why the raindrops fall
and the robin never sings.
