Self Pity
Looking through my tainted window of gloom
grey skies, rain falling, feeling sorrow
impatiently wanting life to resume,
will things change, get better tomorrow,
sure that grass was greener the other side,
not walking a mile in your well trod shoes
now ashamed looking for somewhere to hide
didn't realise how easily I would bruise,
underestimate this feeling of loss
an unidentifiable man anymore
floundering like a wounded albatross,
indecent intentions, now I deplore
apologises are unheard, your not here
didn't know how so much I loved you dear.
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