Turned To Stone. Poem by Carl Roussell

Would it have been better if it had not
happened for the first time the way it did?
Would it have been better had I not got
hope for a second; no matter, she did.
Will I remember what the darkness hid?
when the sun went down the night came on, glad,
for what I had seemed so real; the truth slid.
Then reality set in - feeling sad.
The finality set in - feeling mad
at me for letting the dream live too long.
I should have shut my heart.I wish I had
stopped believing in her and her siren song.
I walked away from her while I still could.
I am turned to stone as I knew I would.

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