My Apology
To her, to them, and to the rest
Please know that I did my best
For you though the pain fills my chest
But to have known you, I feel so blessed
To the one who holds my aching heart
It is my fault that we’re apart
Funny, beautiful and oh so smart
But it is I who has been such a tart
The past remains a total blur
Temptations have been my torture, my lure
What ...
Monday 22nd June 2015 10:30 am
La vita e la morte
Life has drawn to a grinding, meandering pace
Where there once was happiness, pleasure and joy
Now only a void and darkness in its place
And the man I am is no longer the boy
As the smoke gracefully laps my pale face
Reaching gently my soul; a soothing decoy
From the pain and anger, with each fleeting breathe
As I sit and wait, contemplating death.
Monday 22nd June 2015 8:38 am
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