Poetry

Gert Strydom


older other poems newer

14 march 2014

At times (English sonnet]

At times she says that she does love me
but my innermost feelings to her is unknown.
Sometimes she is angry, chilly or acts with sincerity
and it feels as if on the big old earth I am alone.
 
At times my words she does not notice, or when I pass by,
or even the small things that I in love do
and I wonder if another has caught her eye
when her words and actions hurts me through
 
and daily I am more and more lost while the world goes on,
whilst at times rain pours down, or brightly the sun does shine
and all hope and what is left of life seems gone
while she lives in her own world and I in mine
 
and she acts as if she knows me barely,
as if continually from me she wants to be free.






Report this item

 


Terms of use | Privacy policy

Copyright © 2010 truml.com, by using this service you accept terms of use.


You have to be logged in to use this feature. please register

Ta strona używa plików cookie w celu usprawnienia i ułatwienia dostępu do serwisu oraz prowadzenia danych statystycznych. Dalsze korzystanie z tej witryny oznacza akceptację tego stanu rzeczy.    Polityka Prywatności   
ROZUMIEM
1