A Lost Dog. - Poem by Sandra jacks
I sat all alone,
on the street where you once lived,
I saw my own reflection,
in your you window pain,
it hurts to think I lost you,
but you were never there to gain......
I felt the hurt I felt before,
not much different than a lure,
and you sent me to my grave,
and here I am today,
alone with my own ways,
you are far,
your distance has no length,
I feel the horrid strain,
of looking for you again,
like a dog....... with no friend.....
Blocked up in my own mind,
transformed me into a mime,
and left me speechless as I am now,
using my hands to scream and shout! ,
you thought you had me and you did,
My mistake was that you lived...
Here I am again,
sitting on the street of my old friend.........
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