Poem – Untitled
so much pain,
every waking moment filled with rain.
Only so heavy a load can one heart bear,
before first a tear will appear
Way beyond that point am I,
leaving me to ask why oh why
the pain of my heart none seem to hear
when long ago first did the tear appear,
every night when I goto bed,
another river of tears is shed
each and every tomorrow,
there is nothing but more sorrow.
everyone tells me that in time,
I will once again be fine,
how though can that be,
when to her I gave all of me
entrusted with my heart was she,
heart and she are now both lost to me
