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 © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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