CrazyA Poem by Eric GamaA reflection
How was I to know?
That you'd really go. I thought we'd take it slow. Are we really through? Living without you, I don't know what to do. What does it all mean? Maybe I'm just green. I hope it's all a dream. When will I move on? Time but creeps along, Now that you are gone. In whom can I confide? I don't feel safe inside, And when I'm out, I hide. Is the end in sight? It's morning, then it's night. I must begin to fight. Who can help me see? The man I'm meant to be: Joyful, happy and carefree. I have a life to live. My calling is to give, So why can't I forgive? It's crazy, but it's true. © 2021 Eric Gama |
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