My feelings, senses & emotions so bruised,
Memories, with your leaving, sorely abused,
Concept of passing time leaves me confused,
On my pleading, you looked, but & just refused.
Cracked, tattered & broken was how you left
me,
A tornado spinning out of control, lost &
all at sea,
Lost in a vortex, then released & told to
be free,
“So why these feelings Lord?” To God, I now
plead.
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