I have nothing left , no happiness, no strength, no faith
only scars
scars are plenty an' another one has been added
to my collection both physically and mentally.
My strength is gone like Samson' love to Delilah
it's been bled away
even the strongest fall
all alone but surrounded by people who will never
understand the losses I've absorbed
the fights I won but really lost
the hearts I broke the ones that broke mine
the categorical loss I feel inside
old age creeping up
body falling apart
wracked with pain
I have fantasies of the younger years
when I could of went out in a blaze
~ D Donner ~
Incredibly Emotion Filled Write
To go back in time and change the outcome of the future that is the present is an intersting perspective in this poem. Well conceived, masterfully executed - Stella