I feel Incomplete
as the feeling grows, begins to tear me slow.
Wonders never die, and the dreams never find.
Love is lacking, and loneliness grows.
Distant futures incomplete destinations.
Refective tears show the pain
of what I hold inside and what I can’t deny.
Forever running from the unknown fear
Of everyday’s progression to pain.
Left alone to figure what’s nothing known.
Can’t understand why I feel this way.
Can’t understand what makes me feel the way I do.
Can’t understand why things grow so blue.
And how the world can turn against me.
Casting shaddows on my walls.
Locking prints in my sand.
Wipe your worries on my shirt.
Leaving me alone in the rain.
Because It’s easier for you to dissmiss my pain.

By: Erin Porche -Aug. 2003
 
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