Confusion surrounds my state of mind, The lack of clues that I find, He torments me even when he's not here, Some times I wonder if I'm living in fear. I wake every morn to a cheerful day, Until the night comes and I lay, Wonderous thoughts of what's to be, Whether I am to stay or flee. How can I feel so alone inside, To feel I have fully died, What has he left me, but a scarce thought, Of so many times we had fought. I pray my past will leave me be soon, To be able to soar far beyond the moon, To face the future with hope and trust, I know that I have to, I know that I...must!
© August 5, 2003 by LeAnn Upshaw