You're leaving
I find these days my pleasures few.
As your leaving has struck me down.
My heart cannot start anew.
I find these days, my pleasures few.
I find me searching for a truth.
Since they placed you in the ground.
I find, these days my pleasures few.
As your leaving has struck me down.
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment