poem7

As I sit alone and suffer
Of things that may have been
The emptiness around me
Comes slowly creeping in

As I sit alone
In this cold dark room
Weariness overtakes me
As I sit and cry alone

I sometimes often wonder
Of past days gone by
And a love never had
No wonder I sit and cry

Emptiness went out the door
As love came creeping in
Now the love I had is gone
I sit alone crying again.

.....Bonnie Vincent