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What Else?

What Else?

Burdened, stained,
Sunken in sheets,
Lay woeful, hopeful,
Erratic heart beats.
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Star gaze sporadic,
Across open sky,
Dreams I seek,
No matter how high.
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Drowning in tomorrow,
I ponder the past,
Enlaced with sorrow,
Is it meant to last?
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We age, bestowed,
Riddled with pain,
We suffer the squall,
Is there light after rain?
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Tears brimming,
Loved ones I miss,
Is death the beginning?
Do we pass over in bliss?
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Family I miss dearly,
They helped shape the way,
I think of them daily,
I miss them every day.
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Heavily laden,
I collapse under stress,
I weep and wonder,
My life is a mess.
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Will my sins be obscured?
Will I make it in life?
For all I have endured,
I love my life.
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My children, my all,
My wife by my side,
To lose them, I’ll fall,
What a hell of a ride.
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Syd

Brilliant write Simon. I'm almost jealous of the stanzaΒ 

Drowning in tomorrow,
I ponder the past,
Enlaced with sorrow,
Is it meant to last?

I wish I'd thought of it first. "Dreams I seek, no matter how high"

Great words and very relatable.

- SydΒ 

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Simon Bromley

Thank you Syd.Β  I love the film Field of dreams and this idea just popped into my head.Β  Thank you so much for your lovely comments.

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Ian William

Another outstanding piece, Simon! Love how it develops into something positive, as in gratitude for your loved ones. Excellent in its entirety!

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