Oh!...what I'd give for someone to talk to.... Someone to share my pain and woe, OH!...How I'd like for someone to hold me and tell me that they love me so.... I am so lonesome and so alone.... Since your leaving's been etched in stone. The birds are singing to keep from crying, It seems as though, I too, am dying... The moon above has a solemn face for it knows no one can take your place. The wind so lonely, through the trees, it blows, as if it is trying to say...It Knows.... They say that time will heal all sorrow if that be true, then bring tomorrow. For I must go on as best as I can.... Oh! God please give me a helping hand.... Cletus Hardiman
Reason for writing:
A poem from my past.....Most all of us has been hurt...some of us more than others....but, a pain only last as long as we let it....This poem was written several years ago...And, if you have viewed my earlier works...they have been more positive.....Because of life HARD KNOCKS....I have become a better person....a stronger man....a tree that will not bend....
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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