Gone

Just trying to find satisfaction
I retrace my footsteps
Unable to avoid the distraction
I once again walk by your death
This is the road less taken
I don't know if I'm ready for a face off with the past
I ignore the fact that I'm shaking
It seems that my feet are moving so fast
As always I trip
I fall from my grace
The memories rip
And I then lose your face
Then everything fades
You left me again
All the things I wanted to say
Once again have to be written
It's still incompleted
Your life and mine
Our bond got defeated
By a single flat line




Poetry by Steven Sabula
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Written on 2008-04-20 at 07:00

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
And all the ramifications of what might have been and what iffs are embodied in this exceptioal text i and ciuntless others have been there but few could write of it so eloquently well done rgds mike
2008-04-20