Many write poems to sell. Others to gather a form of following of one’s ego. My only reason in writing my poetry is to share my own personal journey with others. The works are written to hope in writing my journey, others will be able to relate and connect and say in finishing a work, “That is exactly how I feel but could never put to words. I do not feel so alone now.”

Texas Poetry

 

 

There are times lately

that loneliness fills a gaping hole in my being.

I cannot explain it

it is like a rolling wave of tears

attempting to crush me.

 

I find myself fighting the darkness

that seems to fill the moment.

I am an empty cup seeking

the sweet wine of Love.

 

Even though I am around those

who speak the words of Love

I do not feel the warmth and joy

of Love as I remember it.

 

It is at those times

that my mind recalls in vivid detail

joyful times of love in my life.

 

I am blessed in being able

to recall those memories.

Without them perhaps

I would stop existing.

 

Last night a dream

entered my sleep.

I do not know who she was.

I was walking alone and she came up

beside me and grabbed my hand.

 

Her words were…

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