William F Glennon
Lost - Poem by William F Glennon
Why do I lose things to find out what they really mean?
Fragments of a heart broken in my hands.
Feelings of betrayal that seize your soul.
The loneliness digging the deepest hole.
Will someone throw me a line?
Pull me out of this void of mine.
The cold vice like grip is tight.
The climb is high and the top is in sight.
What's in your head brought fear?
Only the heart makes clear.
Does time come to let it go?
Will you understand why or ever know?
You'll feel your heart beat strong as
your love has been there all along.
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