Poem2024-07-25T09:32:52+00:00

Disgarded

By: Norman Dean VanPelt

Not worth keeping,
refuse,
trash disgarded.
Better to start from scratch,
than to make it better.
The pain inside,
denied sanctuary.
Love is lost,
in the sadness of despair.
Slowly wilt and decay away,
as the signs of life and love
slowly slip away.
The dreams I have,
keep me awake.
Nightmares of saddness,
LOVE that's forsakened.
Lost and searching,
can't find a reason
to justify.
The reason I live,
and just don't die?