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Where To Turn

The mourning mist is in my eyes.
Another dawn, a grey sunrise.
No one near to see my reflection.
The pain inside of your rejection.

Yes, everyone, another sad one.
It's all I know, under this sad sun.
No one around to erase the cloud.
I'm outside, I'm not allowed.

The music stopped so long ago.
This silent wretching is all I know.
So please don't just say this is sad.
Then turn around and just be glad.

Between the lines is where I live.
Where she says that she can't forgive.
I am now nobody's fool.
This kind of game, there is no rule.

Answers are lost in my heart.
Thirty-two years, we've been apart.
Absurdity is all they see.
But it should be you and me.

A poem like this ain't worth the ink.
The tear stained page begins to stink.
The wretchedness of non existence.
Of a love long lost far in the distance.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 6/29/2016 3:02:00 PM
First to comment,,awesome poem, Robert, let time be your healer, go out and help others, those without the ability to write wonderful poetry like have a gift use it...
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