Not a Life, an Existence

I don't wish that you were me.
I wouldn't be so cruel just to
Have you see how I exist.
I'll tell you. Learn, but do
Not feel, as joy's now alien
To me, and hope is, too.
I plod through each dull
Day without a purpose,
Without plans, without
Anticipation, only dread.
I've ceased to live. I just
Endure. The only beacon
In my darkness is the woman
Who I love. No one but she
Can penetrate the gloom
Which has enveloped me,
But she belongs to someone
Else and isn't often here.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-11-28 at 17:02

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