Departing

I can't believe the pain in my heart,
                                                  the pain because you had to depart;
                                                  found another whom you can be true,
                                                  left me all alone, so sad and so blue;
                                                  my heart feels like it will surely explode,
                                                  don't know why our love had to erode;
                                                  life without you is so drab and bare,
                                                  you left me without a life to really care;
                                                  I cry from early morn till late in the night,
                                                  praying dear lord help me do what's right;
                                                  but the pain persists and will not stop,
                                                  I look back and see my life is a total flop;
                                                  the pain just grows more with each day,
                                                  stop, please stop is what I daily pray;
                                                  no one will ever miss me is what I figure,
                                                  I put the gun to my head and pull the trigger.
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Brown Avatar
January 25, 2012 at 8:01 AM
I wish I had a better understanding on the forms of poetry so I could give you a clear confident comment on your writing. I will tell you I do love reading poetry. I thank you for sharing yours today I enjoyed reading it Ronald. Love, Carol
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January 24, 2012 at 4:39 PM
Too many semicolons, but that's beside the point. I don't know if it's a metaphor for something, but suicide is never a logical or practical choice. The thing is, you don't deserve happiness. Happiness is not the default feeling, you have to work for it. You'll have to fight this pain you're feeling, even if it doesn't seem right at first. Keep hope, because you CAN get past this. I'd tell you to stop kicking your skull around.  -KMD
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