John Doe | Free Poems
Guilty of leaving the clues
You live to lie.
now im leaving.
It hurts to cry.
now im breathing.
Deep and wide calm and soft.
every story was false that was told.
Admission of guilt shall never be used .
she only admitted to being guilty of leaving the clues.
See you next week
Hurt, pain, disappointment and grief.
One family reunion I often have to meet.
We sit and chat, stare and loath
all of this happened when I lost control.
Love is gone has passed my way.
Looking back from the past I wish the future would stay.
Misery and loneliness cousins of despair.
Around this table we meet again and share.
They know me and I know them.
We converse awhile as the voice within.
Awakens my spirit to what can be.
I finally stant this meeting I must flee.
See you next week.
Same time same coffee house.
This time bring a friend.