original poems by john allen

lonely bed

it's so hard to turn away
to seek my lonely bed
no way to end an empty day
nothing but sadness in my head

empty days and empty nights
a life that's a blank book
nothing ever going right
disaster everywhere i look

no reason now for me to stay
nothing good to keep me here
all the joy has gone away
all that's left - sadness and fear

hard to see a hopeful future
it gets harder every day
for this pain there is no cure
as all hope slowly fades away


© John Allen March, 2005

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