Your Forlorn
Your Forlorn
At some point, I’ll know the pass
So abhorrent I cannot surpass
The cruel and twisted of the mind
I have to keep my mind sublimed
The weeping mind
The mindless soul
The love that was never told
The shame that broke my heart in two
Of forever wanting you
That tiny child, so long ago
The one that never knew a foe
The one that held the cries inside
And now it bleeds out deep you know
That sickening that doth does spew
Because that sickening, that was you
Forgiveness now tis in my mind
I’ve passed a way it is now kind
I hope you get the passage through
Your mind
Release
Don’t feel it blue
One day you’ll seethe in your mind
A fruitful magic of cries inside
Of understanding that you’ll know
No more broken hearts
No more antagonising foe
The weeping mind it is no more
Unfortunately for you
Forlorn
Copyright © Penny Goodhall | Year Posted 2025
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