Time alone
(Poetry Form)
It’s just another day alone
To sit here and wonder why
I’m tired of asking myself
And I can never seem to cry
I guess all the pain and anger
Is buried so far away
I will never really know
Why I am here another day
I’ve gone through some hard times
Many I brought upon myself
When I feel good about something
It’s not always good for my heatlh
So no matter what I try to do
Or what I could be waiting for
I try to make the day with a smile
And then prepare myself for more
More time alone, more time to think
It is enough to drive me wild
So I take a break and catch a thought
And say a prayer for my beautiful child…
It’s just another day alone
To sit here and wonder why
I’m tired of asking myself
And I can never seem to cry
I guess all the pain and anger
Is buried so far away
I will never really know
Why I am here another day
I’ve gone through some hard times
Many I brought upon myself
When I feel good about something
It’s not always good for my heatlh
So no matter what I try to do
Or what I could be waiting for
I try to make the day with a smile
And then prepare myself for more
More time alone, more time to think
It is enough to drive me wild
So I take a break and catch a thought
And say a prayer for my beautiful child…
© 2007/2008 Troy D. Beadles
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