ConsulatioA Poem by Dennis ShanabergQuestioningShould tears have streamed down my face?
Or should the years have ebbed their flow?
What does it mean
When it’s over
And yet still it’s not?
What does it mean when you are happy,
But it still can’t be?
What does it mean for me?
For you?
For you and me?
Why don’t I let people see?
Why can’t they see the real me?
Is my heart still there?
Or has it been torn away?
Is it filled with darkness
Or is that just my excuse for the past-
For the wrongs I’ve made?
Should tears have streamed down my face?
Or should the years have ebbed their flow?
What does it mean
When it’s over
And yet still it’s not?
What does it mean when you are happy,
But it still can’t be?
What does it mean for me?
For you?
For you and me?
Why don’t I let people see?
Why can’t they see the real me?
Is my soul still there?
Or have I let it melt away?
Is it fully useless
For I have left beliefs on the wayside-
God falling in this cyclone.
What does it mean
When it’s over
And yet still it’s not?
What does it mean when you are happy,
But it still can’t be?
What does it mean for me?
For you?
For you and me?
Why don’t I let people see?
Why can’t they see the real me?
Is this the real me?
Is this the real me?
Am I real?
Should tears have streamed down my face?
Or should the years have ebbed their flow?
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Added on August 14, 2009AuthorDennis ShanabergMentor, OHAboutAbout my Life… It’s a preface far too long For anyone to read. It’s growing longer everyday. Filled with love and laughter, life and greed. more..Writing
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