Past

Painting with shadows of the past
And wishing that my art would last,
Time passes me, leaves me behind:
Regret is all that I can find…
I’m all alone, just by myself
Caught in an unforgiving web.
I know true sadness and despair
And thus to live I do not dare…

– Patricia
 

Author: dacapoalpoetry

My journey to finding myself began with music, continued with poetry and keeps going with these two blending harmoniously. View all posts by dacapoalpoetry