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Poor Abandoned Me
Sorrow continues to grow,
and fill my heart.
This ache--
I never thought I would feel again.
Returning, are these tears,
Threatening to break free.
Slowly,
One trickles down my cheek.
No longer, can I stare at this woman--
The woman I used to be,
With her own share of worries.
Her face is younger,
No greys in her hair.
But, her eyes hold a different sorrow--
That of lonesomeness,
Emptiness,
Abandonment--
I am no longer that woman...
Yet I weep.
To be in anothers shoes,
wonderful read! you filled me with compassion for your days and trials, hopes and fears in a very real way. I am enjoying the honesty of your works. Warm regards SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."