I was never his queen.
I was a beggar for love,
for respect,
for a partner.

At this very moment
The past no longer exist
What ever happens in the future
My will will not resist

It’s not that I can’t remember
It’s just easier to forget
And leave the ghost behind me
And the shadows of regret
………

Can we ever be friends?
Or is our weird collection
Of unfinished business
Far beyond repair?

I wish I had something
To justify my pain
I had many scars
But they tend to fade away

The mind
Hurling
Burning
Squirming
The body
Twisting
Tossing
Turning
Can’t sleep

Thinking
Worrying
So deep

Tired
Unwired
Then sleep!


Snoring!