In Poem on April 17, 2011 at 9:19 am
There is no telling what would happen if I surrendered.
There is no telling what would happen if I gave up.
There is no telling what would happen if I ran.
It’s never too late to find out,
So I convinced myself to surrender.
I convinced myself to give up,
To give in.
I hit rock bottom.
In Poem on February 10, 2011 at 11:10 pm
Straying from my usual here, I thought I would post a short poem.
I’m sorry my friend,
You shouldn’t stay any longer.
There is nothing left that I know how to offer.
I have given you my soul,
Now I’ve left you waiting while I cry.
[oh, how I’ve cried.]