I don't know why I feel like this.
by Hazel Wilson
I don't know that I deserve any bliss.
Perhaps my timing is wrong.
When will let someone free come along.
I have all this love to give.
But why won't he come with me to live?
He won't share his pain, yet he does not know he causes mine.
The other arrives like a magnet to my grief.
I am swiftly running out of my own belief.
Too many tears, too many fears, please tell me for how many more years?
I hope you wake to a day of action. Before I am gone with no retraction.