Dear Universe why have you taken so much
And left me with this grief?
What have you left of my life
That isn't lies and deceit?
What is left of my body
That isn't aches and pains?
And what is left of my marriage
That could be any gain?
Why take the love of my family
Just what did I do wrong?
And for that matter why take the love
For which I waited so long?
There is so much more
That I won't bother to list,
But if you'll take the time to read
I think you'll get the gist!!!
So what is really left of my life
That I would want to cherish?
So now I'm asking this of you
Please Universe, let me perish?
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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