It was a sad, sad day
The rubble, it'll rot and decay
The people, lonely and sad
Sometimes it even makes me mad
I think about it every year
Even with a crystal tear
I have no one to meet
On this dusty street
I know I'm not that clever
But it's gone forever!
Look at me, look again
I'm all alone
I took the liberty of reading another. I do like your style but I think you're robbing the rest of us from enjoying the rest of your gift. I just feel your holding back. Well I like what you do now and we'll all be waiting for more.
Have you tried writing about how wonderful life is? even if it's not for you, maybe try to feel and write about the other end of the circle. It's difficult but so much more rewarding. You have the gift,
Cliff