A Sad Moment
A broken heart,
A Weeping Willow.
An empty spot,
on my pillow.
Tearful eyes,
a broken spirit.
No will to live,
No one to hear it.
Motivation worthless
word.
A dream…I do not care.
Friends move on with smiles.
I sit here with nothing to share.
The auditorium is empty
now.
The folks have all gone home.
I’m left, forgotten, neglected,
...I stand here all alone.
My prayer is I’m in a
passive phase…
a position from which I’ll move.
This self-selected losers maze,
Is not a winners groove.
If
we have our emotions under control,
we can click these words and go home.