From Pain to Pain
I face each time as if it
was first
As each person who comes
walks away
Until I stand alone again
Sadly when the sun rises
I stand on the side of the
empty road
Where the wind causes
dust to rise in swirls
No one stays
Each desired something
Whatever it was I
couldn’t give it
Alone
I wonder why?
Why I feel the need
To try..to believe
Each time, it will
End differently
Alone
I wanted
I desired
To believe that
it would be different
Yet, I am left with the
Emptiness at the
End of each
encounter
Alone
Hope which was so
bright just seems
Pointless
Why think that
This time would
change fate
When I just find
Myself standing on
the same empty
road…
Alone

An Original Poem by H R Beebe