The walls are closing in
Can’t find that inner peace
Can’t see three feet ahead
The forest for the trees.

Giving in to sorrow
Ravished ….. filled with pain
Nothing to look forward to
Nothing left to gain.

Thought you would return
But, I’ve been left behind
Nothing but a memory
You simply changed your mind.

Tried to keep my head up
Believed love would matter more
Than money, fame or status
Those things you’re looking for.

But, here I sit with photos
Trinkets …. treasures from the past
Helplessly remembering
A love that didn’t last.


Photo from Google Images:

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.


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