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Left Ahead
Oh, to have a charmed life,
it is misery to lead a
life of heartache.
Why not me, but then
again, why not?
Is my plight any greater or
less than another's?
Haven't we all some pain.
Whether it be illness or loss, that
is another's pain,
how can it be that
mine seems so profound--
so deep, no
non-reversible.
It should have been
obvious
that he did not care.
How could I have not seen it.
Youth can be so cruel in
middle age.
To leave me ahead while
always behind--I was
unseeing about what he
was doing.
How to undo this now.
What have I let go of myself
for this controlling man.
Almost all of myself
except this--my knowledge of life's better ways.
How can I allow
such abuse to affect me. How can I let it win.
I want the other side so badly. It is hard to see others
with it--why not me.
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