Pain at Three AM

by | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry | 0 comments

As I sit on my own at three am
my heart shattered
the women I love has left me
my world with a hammer battered

I feel this pain that I can’t see
this pain all twisted and deep
at times love is the enemy
this pain is why I don’t sleep

I wrote some words in a letter
I tried ….tried to get her here
tried so hard to make it better
as my love for her was so sincere

But as the reality is coming round
I feel her voice in a sound
as it echoes down the street
what we had is no more
but what we had was sweet


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