~What If~
Madness calling through the skirmish.
Love and hope, did never furnish.
Mud hits with your next cruel line.
Another hit without even a sign.
For all the days that have been lost,
All the good things still don't cut the cost.
Nights losing my mind in disheartening array.
Carpet so worn out, It's starting to fray.
Waking up screaming, with no comfort in my sleep.
All the secrets said, ones so hard to keep.
Lust made the paths you so heavily walked.
Doors to your heart, barred and locked.
"To the past without delay!" you say.
Never in the present, with will to stay.
Maybe hopes and dreams are true.
But the "what if?" will always stir and stew.
The point that was so close to your grasp.
But hands you turned away...
As you gasp.
(This one is older. The only reason why I am posting it is because I entered it at poetry.com and they told me that they will soon publish it in their annual poetry book. hurray for me! my first published work)
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