Mystery Woman

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Mystery Woman

Every filament in me aches

My eyes she knows

My heart is breaking

My mind is empty

There is nothing left to think

Am I alone without you?

Am I ever alone?

The hurt is within

Why am I no one’s lover?

Lying in bed is just a routine

Each and every night I dream

In this morbid lonely place

Where I see life as an elusive dream

Although I live it is as a frenk (freak)

Without the slightest hope

Just another side show peep

I dare not venture out my door

I see fear on my neighbors face

Not knowing what they’ll see

From each day to another

You see my nature changes

From one day to another

Not that I am a doppelganger

But it’s a blur in the atmosphere

Or something like that

It is a mystery to me

I care not to discern

If the Chimera is here

If loneliness is all there is

I will survive for sure

In some form of congruency

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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