Title: where are you
Where are you woman; when I need you the most ..
I have no one to turn to, not even a ghost!
I thought for sure, you would always be here...
Or in the least, you would always be near!
Now I'm alone, at the worst time in my life,
Sadly, I have no one, not even my wife!
My life is so bad; I sleep most days away...
The hardest thing I do, is try keeping depression at bay!
I no longer have friends, who simply stop by...
Finding things to do, I no longer even try.
Was I such a bad person, I chased you away?
Was I such a ass, that you couldn't stay?
How is your life; since I'm not around?
Happiness is bliss; is that what you found?
I have nothing to look forward to... not even hope!
I'm doing my best, just trying to cope...
I pray you are happy, and your life is just fine...
It's got to be better, then; when you were mine!
It's time I end this letter, written as a poem...
And face the reality, that I'll die alone!
© Paul A Posney 05-31-2024
I am sorry for your
I am sorry for your condition, and I'm sorry that you lost from the hope that you grasped all the things that it cost, in the end we're alone but not because we didn't try - rather hope is not sure, even why did I try.
i like flowers and beautiful things like clothes,
but alas I have none, not even a single Rose.
I wrote this bause... I was
I wrote this bause... I was diagnosed with Parkinsons Disease February 27th, 2024...
Sadly... The woman I loved, loved opioids more and left.
As the eyes are the windows of our soul,
My poetry is the windows of my heart!!!