Free, Not By Choice
I'm master of my life. I've just myself,
my family, and friends to please. Then why
do I feel saddened by my freedom? Why
do I fear utmost joy has passed me by?
I love someone whose passion for me died.
He cared for me but couldn't resurrect
the love that made my life complete. I'm left
to sit alone at night, weep, and reflect.
Love can't be forced to stay or to return.
With its demise, someone is left to grieve
and reminisce about those days when love
seemed like a blessing that could never leave.
January 16, 2018, entered in Brian Strand's Mid-January 2018
Premiere Contest
Contest
entered in John Hamilton's Lost Love 2017 Contest on July 30, 2017
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2017
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