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This day of sadness, is bringing forth,
Mixed emotions, of love, pain and sorrow,
For the loss of a loved one,
Who will not be seeing, another tomorrow.
The loss is full of grief and sadness,
With prayers to all, who must remain,
To carry on today and another morrow.
My prayers for you, now must begin,
My heart is broken, for your loss.
May God bless you, one and all.

Sitting on my Isle of discontent,
Evokes thoughts of self pity.
Morose, sorrow, interspersed,
With self doubt.
Thinking of things that might have been.
Accepting, rejecting, glad for change,
But not wanting it.
Depression, ever present,
Comes, without calling.

These words, I write, are just a token
Because, I swear, my head is broken.
Words that usually, jump right out,
Stay in my old head, rattling about.
This excuse is so much like a clock,
I swear, I now have writers block.

Unable to sleep, the night before,
Waking, for that morning moment,
When arising, in the darkest black,
Eating a breakfast, of eggs and bacon,
Anxious to leave.
The anticipation, of seeing your
First animal, at any moment,
Carries you through the morning
And when, that moment happens,
Excitement, courses through
Your veins, overpowering
All your senses.
The shortness of breath,
Blood pounding in your temples
And then swiftly,
The animals are gone
And you're alone.

There are still words, stuck in my head,
That are of love; not of dread.
I must put them on paper, now,
As soon as my hands, will allow.

My love for you, will always be,
A cry in the night; Stay with me.

Some times, I need to just write, babble, trying to get the mind back to verse. The following has
no special meaning, to me personally. It is my way to clear my head. Hopefully it will work.
Thank you for your patience and understanding.

Are you the one,
I may be looking for?
Do you always make
My heart soar?
Would it be wrong,
If we had met before?
Or can I relate,
To an upcoming date,
Of what the future
Will bring, without knowing,
What I am looking for?
Is it a release to be,
Looking in every open door,
At someone, I've met before
Or is it, just a frustration,
That springs from days of yore?
How will I know,
When it's time to go,
To seek someone,
From youthful adoration,
That won't cause,
A big sensation.
Ask me not,
For I don't know
And hope that I can,
Let my feelings go.

I sometimes feel, like a thief, at night
That folds up his tent and flees.
Should I, then, make my lament
And head quickly, so quickly, into the trees?

Is there ever, a point in time,
When you would say, "I've had enough?
Seeing the change, to dependence on me,
Gradually, creeping in, all of the time,
Will strengthen resolve and make me tough,
To deal with those, without having time.
These issues, make a coward of me
And resolve them, I most certainly must,
Before my body and mind, turn to dust.

The love I have, for you today,
Is a love, that won't go away.
It's the love, shared for all your life,
My love for you, my dearest wife.

There is time, for me to say
That I love you, more, every day.
The wondering, not knowing what to do,
Pulls me closer, than ever, watching you.
I still marvel, at what I see
And admire, in you, that fine quality.
I ponder, the working of your mind
And how you manage, to stay so kind.
You are the beauty, that I adore
And want you to stay, forever more.
Please do not leave me, alone again.
I have not your strength, to hide the pain.

Struggling, at times, with patience to maintain,
As the result, of a discussion, so mundane
And trivial to me, you must remain,
A willing listener, of a logical wane.