WAS I EVER LOVED?
Clinging to this meaningless life
Between living and half living
Why must I suffer?
It never goes away.
Lines on my face
Depicting to the world
My worthless life.
Shadows getting darker
Winos clinging to the shadows
Fighting voices in my head that say
I’ll never get away.
Fatigued of life
Eyes glued to the pavement
Unrelenting rain
Snaking down my neck.
Averted gazes
Hours of alienation
Praying for someone to stay
Or even smile.
Feeling like the worst person in the world
Memories from the past
Flash through my head.
I ask myself
Where did I go wrong?
Was I ever loved?
About the Creator
Paul Asling
I share a special love for London, both new and old. I began writing fiction at 40, with most of my books and stories set in London.
MY WRITING WILL MAKE YOU LAUGH, CRY, AND HAVE YOU GRIPPED THROUGHOUT.
paulaslingauthor.com
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