Poem By Theodora (Theo) Onken

In the melancholy, of my mind today
Tucked, but not hidden away
Is the 'Blue on Blue' of my entire life
With the sorrows, of my yesterdays.

Approaching them, with nostalgic pangs...
I reach, out comes, all the worse...
Knowing things, that i must face
Remembering mistakes, i now curse.

My life, a never ending lesson...
Each day, something new. i learn
Today, heartbreak and even more sorrow...
Along with disgust, i burn.

I wipe the tears, from my green-gray eyes
Call it a waste, of sorrows energy...
Pick myself up, off the ground
Trying to face, the world unemotionally.

Yes, still broken hearted and 'empty handed'***
No touch, no hugs, nary a caress...
This, a daily ritual now...
Learning to settle, for much less.

I am not sure, the reason why
As my heart, is all but destroyed...
Only know, its filled with deep melancholy
A fact of life, i no longer avoid.

Comments about ****empty****

Oh Theo...you just put onto the grandest words how I feel today....and I'm sure many can relate to this....you sure know how to say it...: O)

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