I'm here
I’m here; I thought you were my best friend,
But I found out too late,
You only pretend,
So I am left here with pains and ache.
I’m here left on the empty shelf,
With no reply and too many questions,
Trying hard to come to myself,
Staring at the wall and finding reasons.
It seems like nothing I did was good,
My esteem slips below self worth,
For me, love was blind,
So I’m just here all by myself.
Getting lonelier and passing time,
Hoping for a thought to guide me,
To a place I’ve never been,
And plunge me through the veil of victory.
Or Must I just stay here and quietly give up?
If better luck comes from outside,
I’m here with an optimism look,
Ready to make the sacrifice,
And give human kind another chance,
For love to come and fill my desire,
And even take the place,
That is low and lonelier.
poem by Gerry Legister
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