Running Out Of Choices Poem by mona martinez

What is there to do?
When everything remind me of you?
The way people are and things I do.
All reminds me of you.
It may sound a little crazy.
But, that I’m always be your baby.
Why is it so hard?
Nothing seem to go my way.
Not after a couple of days.
What can I do?
When I just want to be with you.
Nothing will change the way I feel.
Because you will never be here.
Just to hold me and tell me it will be fine.
What do I got to do?
For my world not be so blue.
Nobody really know,
Yet I’m left with pain and hate.
Something that will never fade.
But, in a way I guess it okay.
It only reminds me that,
i should make it through,
no matter what i have to do.

11-06-08