Never. Will. Happen.

Things I want, won’t ever be

Will not happen, not for me.

Time has passed, seasons have gone

life moves on, a fading song.

Love won’t arrive, no joyous spring

No rush of warmth or hearts love sing.

Longing for family, hearth; lost and shattered

Pieces and shard, jagged wounds no matter.

Each new change, day, event

Bleeds afresh, new pain is sent.

Joy, hope, love, heart,

Lost now, forever dark.



One response to this post.

  1. Posted by emmanuelle777 on May 6, 2016 at 9:17 pm

    Agree completely!


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