She cares not a whit nor a tittle
that I am left in the middle,
somewhere between hope and a lie,
…hoping for love, but wanting to cry.
Without so much as “by your leave”
she left me here, alone, to grieve
for love that was …and is no more~
and dreams that died with that closing door.
She took her love and went away,
and left me here to rue that day.
Perhaps I’ll love again, … someday,
…but love just seems so far away.
What happens to the dreams that die?
How many tears can one man cry?
I’m like a man too tired to swim,
with only waves to welcome him.
My place of dreams became my cell.
Heaven on earth is now my hell.
My precious dreams are nightmares now.
Life goes on, but I don’t know how.
She took the love she had to give.
With it she took my will to live.
God help me, now. I can’t go on.
I just can’t face another dawn.
~Author~
© Glen Pysell
May 26, 2003
The midi you are listening to is......"How Do I Live Without You"
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This poem is a tragic one. Tony
was a young man who could not face life when his dreams and the love of his
life were gone.
Suicide is not a rare occurrence in our society,
but it is a
tragic one.
I know personally the devastation and very deep hurt
that it inflicts on families and friends.
Please, seek help or offer an
understanding ear.
Be a friend to someone who is hurting. You may save a
life.
   
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