Brenda Urka (12/17/1956 / Michigan)
Poems by Brenda Urka : 11 / 50
Death
I knew just what, I meant to you,
The day my world, went black and blue.
No one to help hold my heart,
Guide me through the darkest part.
Alone I sit, my tears they fell,
I saw myself, alone in hell.
Family crying, alone I sit,
See the love, But you forget.
No one see's my empty stares,
Appears as if no one really cares.
I knew just what, I meant to you,
The day my world, went black and blue.
Brenda Urka
Submitted: Sunday, February 19, 2012
Edited: Monday, February 20, 2012
Poems by Brenda Urka : 11 / 50
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