Maybe It's Karma Poem by Kenny Mantinelli

My stomach shrivels up
As the hole that is there won't go away.
Nothing more to do,
Nothing more to say.

My yells grow louder
As my heart bleeds from being squeezed.
No more being hurt,
No more being teased.

My tears stream faster
As you turn away from me and stare elsewhere.
No more pain,
No more care.

My arm reaches for you
As you slip out of my grasp and start to walk.
No more time to bleed,
No more time to talk.

My fingers pull you back
As you try to stay away and push me far.
No more sense for it to be simple,
No more sense for it to be hard.

Maybe it’s Karma that sent me this way,
Maybe it’s Karma that gave me this pain;
Karma did nothing but be ashamed,
I am the only one to blame.