I do actualy imagine the loss,
too often maybe I also wonder,
I don't mean to or want to,
I just am so worried
one day it could happen.
No I (dexaggerate?),
I do actually, I dread,
I cannot believe in,
a life for me without,
yet one day it could.
So would I end it all,
or am I strong enough
to carry on surviving
miserable and alone?
My whole future planned out,
one loss, leaveve nothing left.
Comments
WillSimpson | June 7, 2010 - 18:11
A dark portrait of a mind on the edge of genius or insanity, if there is a difference between the two.
The future is an unwritten page of the great already written book.
MistakenMagic | June 8, 2010 - 14:45
I agree with Will - this poem has a brilliant feel of being poised on the edge of everything - heading towards the end of something. I understand this feeling very well ;)
Magic xxx
Kahdai | June 13, 2010 - 21:40
Oh thankyou! You are right,(though wouldnt own up to genius) I guess I am & wouldnt mind staying a while ;) xxx