Nagging Sorrows

There are too many yesterdays
In my tomorrows, that are
changing all those hours
into uncontrollable, nagging sorrows
Our morning talks are no more
were precious moments I adored
And I shall always remember
all those nights, you implored
with gentle insistence
that we make love
And, oh the thousand times
you said we’d always be together
were only make believe, like words
in a children’s nursery rhyme
The sound of your voice
will forever be missed
And so will the taste
of your lips when we kissed
What am I supposed to do
with all of those yesterdays?
I now believe, they were just moments
you never really enjoyed
Since you revealed the truth
I have become so annoyed
that now I’m living in a parallel universe
Which makes it hard for me to fathom
how days that have long since died
can cause such nagging sorrow
and still, be so very much alive
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Charles Scudder.

 

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