Crushed Yet Again Poem by Linda I. Weischedel

I now see I won't be getting what I want or what I need,
it doesn't matter how much I could plead,
again my heart continues to beat,
carring out a senseless greed to bleed.

Why did he tell me that he wanted someday to feel my touch,
why did he bother to aver that he cares for me that much?

Here I am back to one,
I'm losing sight of having happiness and fun.

I felt every word he said,
felt the passion in his words as they delightfully swirled
around in my head,
again, my heart continues to beat,
yet my soul feels as if it is lifelessly full of dread.