Rooftop
poem by:
R.T. Aquinas
Written
on Feb 28, 2020
Why am I here? Why did I stay? All my loved ones gone far far away They're on the other side While I'm still on this ride Yesterday, I could bear it no more I stood on the rooftops and I fell to the floor I'm still here though: not gone yet If there's a plan for me, I'd like to see it Not a scratch on me I'm lucky? I'm not sure But please someone tell me: What am I looking for? Who says I'm lucky? I didn't want to survive After all, that's the point of trying To take your own life.
Tags: Sad, Depressing, Pain, Dark,
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Frank Hornby . commented on Feb 29, 2020 at 8:23am
.....I really do feel your pain in these words Rhys.....I wish I could give good advice....your poems really do hit home......extraordinary poet indeed...ðŸ‘ðŸ»âœŒðŸ»...
