This pain deep inside
No one to confide...
...Now there's only me...
Guess that's how it was meant to be
Reflective thinking,
...pondered thoughts,
...Sick from all the friend's,
I've lost!
Now I know,
...but it's too late
Mistakes been made
...That's no debate
I though I was special,
...I thought I was good
What a rude awakening! ...
There is just me now,
...and I am only a man
No special effects
...or wires and tricks
Just me now,
...and all my undoing
If only I could take,
...some of it back
I'd give almost anything,
...just to see that! !
I pray I learned,
...from my mistakes
Til' then this pain,
...Keep's me awake! ! !
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What a hot poem. You left me speechless by this great work of yours. I hear they say 'it's never too late' but I do agree with you cuz there's no way we're gonna take our mistakes back, no way! Fondest Regards Mohammad