Waking Hours

You haunt me

in my waking hours

and in my sleep

your memory sours.

Stuck in my heart,

you won’t let me forget,

all my days

you fill me with regret.

So much time

has passed me by

living this life

that’s just a lie.

A cancer in my soul

that can’t be cured,

a lonely existence

that must be endured.

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2 thoughts on “Waking Hours

  1. This is lovely, so expressive and beautifully penned.

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