Like snow silently falling
overnight
As if someone came
And shut a precious light
A light that shone
For so many years
That recalled happiness
And tears
A light that held
The memory of you and me
And all that I love
I can't get out!
I have to stay here
Frustrated, angry
And full of fear
Please look at me
I'm really still here
I'm afraid you'll forget me
And not hold me dear
I wander, repeat
And sometimes stammer
I seemed to have lost
My original manner
Where is the light?
Where have I gone
While I'm still here?
Inside I have this dreadful fear
Be kind
It's only me dear
By Cynthia Hernly
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