Where are you?
Why did you go?
Was i a mistake?
Is what i want to know.
A man i never met,
A man i never knew.
No answers to questions
i wanted to know.
I look in the mirror,
but who am i?
Lie after lie
and no-one there to hear,
or for me to share
my shredded tear.
My old dear
shred no tears.
Not even one.
Not even you.
I'm part of you
and my old dear,
but your not here.
Your meant to
care for me,
be there for me,
and love me.
your not here
so i have no fear.
my old man.
(c) K.L.Davis 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sigh, when things go aray we often wonder why, most of the time we make the wrong choices and never know the why. If U let the 'whys' they will haunte U til U die. nicely written, full of emotion. T