Nan Sikora

Just A Mess

Come to terms,
get a grip.

Can the heart
endure this trip?

All my words are true and pure,
can my heart feel your allure?

Will this end in a flight
will I ever see the light?

What I want is happiness
What I have is just a mess.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 4, 2007
Poem Edited: Saturday, January 8, 2011

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Comments about Just A Mess by Nan Sikora

  • Anibal Miranda (2/8/2007 6:09:00 AM)

    Great. Love it. Like a final outcry. Thanks Nan

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