My Life

MY LIFE My life is so out of balance tears run from my eyes and run like fresh rain from a window pane. My life is out of control like a tumbleweed blowin in the wind just traveling in any direction I'm not sure of my destination. My life I spend running from one hand to the other leaving chaos and pain for another trying to figure out which heart will love me forever. My life, I ask one question? When will I stop running and causing so much pain my life is like water going down a drain. Lord please, help me pick the right person the right heart and help me understand how to tell them apart. Just let me have that fresh-start. By Rowdy Yates

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Charmaine Rampey

Date: 11/14/2016 6:38:00 PM

Rowdy, you have such a beautiful heart! This poem is so much about my life as well. I know the pain you speak of all to well! <3

Daniel Turner

Date: 6/25/2016 8:36:00 AM

So much despair and angst. Love always finds a good heart, Rowdy. Love the moniker! Sad write.

Sonia Walker

Date: 6/25/2016 12:06:00 AM

Rowdy, as I read your poem, I feel as if being lost in a patchwork quilt of uncertainty. There are several patterns all screaming to be heard and recognized for their uniqueness within your quilt of life. Perhaps it is time to start a new quilt, full of hope and determination. An interesting poem. ~ Sonia