A lonely empath, off the romance path,
Yearning for connection, a bubbly bath.
Invisible to women's eyes, unaccommodated,
My soul cries out for love, unselected.
The boy tries to create love invitations,
All rejected, insecurities injected.
Low self-esteem, a persona formed,
Love, why am I unaccepted, unadorned?
Dear love, dear life, keep me protected,
In thy presence, when soulmates are selected.
May I be chosen, may my heart be seen,
And in love's warmth, may my soul be serene.
So many opportunities,
Unselected in my life.
I've travelled to & fro
Gaining get strengths from all my strife.
Learning ways to cope
Teaching others too.
I just hope I've been rewarded
When Karma Does ensue.
I've been kind to others
& ive shared with what I've had.
In a lifetime of opportunities
Creating good from bad.
So I'd you ever meet me
Know that you're treated as a friend.
My limits know no boundaries
These are the good in me u trend.
And always I'll be with you
To help you through your day.
If ever you needed a friend in me
Then rest assured I'm here to stay
BY ANNA SABRINA TATE 25TH OCTOBER 2019
I am the unselected verse
Alone on the paper
Originated from the deepest heartfelt thoughts
Of one shy person’s observations
I rest on the page
Unexplored
Undiscovered
I am the uncurled leaf
Waiting for its destiny of sunlight
Not selected
I will soon fade away
Like blurry clouds defining a forgettable Monday
But I will not be entirely forgotten
Someone wrote me
I had a reason
If not to join emptiness
Then perhaps to remind others
Life is fleeting
But it is still life
Kneel at the cross
Eyes shaded from a tear
Sons and Daughters tossed
Lurking fear over famine
End times lost within doubted frost
Burned clovers from due time
Only select find the lost light
Un phased say all is fine
Count the clock for raptures sight
Bowing my heated head searching for an answer
All is coming from the one driven under
When the time comes, Golden roads await
While the unselected receive no pity
Anarchy reins over all city's
Black skies await on the next high
But sobering heat blocks the furnace
Scurry now, Gods wrath is never exhausted
Focus on the negative
Focus on the positive
All that's ever asked is why?
Liars and wires don't connect
There gambling, place your bet, roll the dice
Don't think twice
It all ends the same
Light or Dark
Pick.
Amen
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