She Left
She left me there alone with self,
a danger etched in stone.
Tormented every man I am,
should not be left alone.
Sadness turns the softest heart,
into one set in stone.
That's carried way to long in life,
before its ever gone.
So many words I want for said,
I am without this voice.
She left me there alone with self,
alone she made that choice.
Copyright © Ken Bennight | Year Posted 2016
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