Alone again,
just another day dedicated to loved ones missed.
As I sit with an empty soul,
not sad,
not glad, but pissed,
thinking back on happier times
when those who are gone hugged and kissed.
But they're gone and the world still turns.
I put up a bravado that I'm happy,
but really my heart yearns for those better days:
trips to the beach and sun burns,
family get-togethers,
laughs and smiles,
food collecting on our plates in piles and piles.
But now all that piles up on my tears,
most out of heartache but some come from fears.
I could have hydrated an entire nation over the years.
Yet I mask them with smiles that are hollow
in hopes that there will always be a better tomorrow.
But until then you will forever see is my bravado.
Staying Strong
Bravado
Published by Family Friend Poems February 2008 with permission of the Author.
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