I wish it wasn't so. Yet it is a true story


Slave to Love

Once upon a time
In a land far, far away
We had love
Yet that story has ended and we are no more

Why did our story end?
Was it because it was unromantic
Or you decided to add a twist to it
Which ever it was it can be changed

Our story was unpublished
Yet you wrote the final word
That word was
'Goodbye'

I wish it wasn't goodbye
I wish it was hello
Yet I know it cannot be
And it never will

I was sentenced to twenty five years depression
Ten years of loneliness
Five years of regret
And twelve months of crying

Is this a sentence that you wanted?
Can you sleep at night knowing this?
Are you happy?
Is this the result you wanted?

I hope you're happy
Because I'm not
I hope that I may be remembered
Because I remember you.




Poetry by Steven Flood
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Written on 2005-11-27 at 00:44

Tags Slave  Depression  Loneliness 

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Wow.
The truth. It hurts.
And realisation sets you free.
I can feel that pain.
2006-01-03