Left these feelings behind
so many years ago.
Searching frantically for
A place I'll never know.
Trying desperately
to find what I once lost.
Knowing in my heart,
it wasn't worth the cost.
Played so many games
thinking I knew what I'd need.
Left with nothing,
but a heart that loves to bleed.
Scared to even try
to right all that's wrong.
Staring blankly at the life
to which I no longer belong.
Grasping at whatever moments
that I can hold onto.
Watching through a window
at the things I'll never do.
But I believe in redemption,
though probably not for me.
But I'll hold on to hope,
that someday it will be.
About the Creator
Debra Herrington
I've been writing since I was 16, I use poetry as a means of expressing my opinions and feelings.
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