Trouble follows me...


The Inevitable

Wherein does the comfort lie
When all I do makes people cry
Worry, fear and doubt take hold
and carry over to the fold
The ones to which my heart holds dear
Now look at me with troubled fear
And all of this bequeaths to me
My loneliness and misery
If therein does no comfort lie
The task remains to say goodbye




Poetry by Only1way2go
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Written on 2015-10-18 at 18:53

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very good indeed. Sometimes you feel this way :(
2015-10-21


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Good structure and rhyme scheme.
2015-10-19