Uncertainty
Uncertainty
It is my heart that cries out pondering the lonely day I die,
Forever wondering what could have been made of the last and wasted attempts?
Will I ever know or lay down the past,
To rest in the vast emptiness and uncertainty of the vast unknown?
I shall listen to the song and continually wonder how long,
For if I dare to reach out, will my uncertainty only be prolonged?
How can I be content when my heart wasn’t meant to be alone…
Can I condone when in part,
I was meant to love and laugh with all my heart?
Or will I forever dream of the wonders to come,
In the hope I may find some of the missing pieces in my life?
Or, will I continue to walk blind with a heart full of strife?
It is my heart that cries out pondering the lonely day I die,
Forever wondering what could have been made of the last and wasted attempts?
Will I ever know or lay down the past,
To rest in the vast emptiness and uncertainty of the vast unknown?
I shall listen to the song and continually wonder how long,
For if I dare to reach out, will my uncertainty only be prolonged?
How can I be content when my heart wasn’t meant to be alone…
Can I condone when in part,
I was meant to love and laugh with all my heart?
Or will I forever dream of the wonders to come,
In the hope I may find some of the missing pieces in my life?
Or, will I continue to walk blind with a heart full of strife?
~ME
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