Here I sit,-------------
Dawn of a new day.
So tell me why
Yesterday's pain hasn't gone away?
I give all that I have to give,
But my pleas fall on deaf ears.
So here I sit
Picking up the pieces of my shattered heart.
Puzzle pieces of my soul,
How many missing pieces are lost?
A new wound in my heart
to fester and decay.
A bitter old man you see,
Once was a happy child.
Now I must live with the consequence.
I haven't wrote a poem where I actually know what it is I'm trying to say in a long time. I'm sure I failed to convey it properly as usually. Anyway I might clue you in on what it's all about in the future. I want to wait and see what next week brings.