People always leave and rarely turn around,
Missing all the melodies that we never found.
Chasing words that never seem to come,
Things left unsaid, only leave the tongue numb.
Holding on to memories that agonizingly fade,
Wondering if this soundtrack could ever be replayed.
Haunted by the silence, the years of suppression,
Our promises of forever somehow lost in translations.
With tears escaping from watercolour eyes,
You can only lament the severed ties,
Because people always leave, no matter what you do,
Forever walking away before the heart is through.
Traveling far, far away from home
Leaving family and friends to roam
Did not expect changes it would bring
To a life feeling apathy’s sting
Had much pity from which to borrow
Saw no bright future into tomorrows
Never thought to make goals or form dreams
Caught in a trap of daily routines
Knew nothing beyond my locale
Blind to the avenues I had
Just going along with old pals
Digging cars, music, and gals
Trying to hide distress was not smart
Shielding the anxiousness in my heart
I feigned joy but was acting a part
No one knew the deep sigh in my heart
Then one day to my utter delight
When out of the dark came a light
Circumstance and good fortune teamed
With opportunity to redeem
From plateau low to mountain heights
Life beyond the status quo plights
Came like a shot from a crossbow
Hitting with a decisive blow
Now have traveled from shore to shore
Lived in six states, flown over more
Earned three degrees along the way
Proud of my military days
What is truth and
what is a lie?
Do I have to be a sleuth
or do I have to die
Even leaning, with fright's hand
In the mouth clenching.
Upsplashed of an unfathomable
Woe, foreseeable.
On edge, more breathless, till
Mind, in giving way
Slime-tentacled, squeezed of whose grasp
For such visions gasp.
It's Whena Pasaylo's birthday,
One falls victim to anxiousness;
The worry makes man's mind a prey,
Causing confusion and distress.
Topic: Birthday of Whena G. Pasaylo (March 29)
Anxiety
Stalks my heart and mind
Like a man
Upon a woman
Committing a crime
l only want good things for you
Love
Lord
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