A Haunted Life Poem by Sandra Osborne

A Haunted Life

Rating: 3.7


Darkest of night
Live to be right,
Where, oh God, is love tonight?
I think of a time, gone far away,
Removed so far from today,
Love me now, what to say?

I want to die,
No longer to try,
No longer to breath a hopeful sigh.
Remember that I really cared,
Remember that you didn’t dare,
Remember, you of me, were scared.

I ‘m tired,
So I rest for a time,
I try to remember,
But there is only sadness.
I hate it. Why does life haunt me?
Why from the past do I have to see,
My hatred of myself, of me.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajaram Ramachandran 06 August 2006

Sometime in desperate moments anyone will feel like this, Sandra.

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M M 14 March 2005

very interesting poem MM

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Deepak Amembal 14 March 2005

excellent! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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Allan James Saywell 14 March 2005

very good sandra houdy hoady, i been writing a bit of stuff, i dont worry about england he's my little groupy boy, follows me everwhere fills up my blank spaces with his preaching, grows on you like a wart warm regards allan

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Sandra Osborne 14 March 2005

This is a re-post due to slamming.

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