#15 (From, ‘what's Really Happening-In 54 Numbers’) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Feeling heartsick all inside,
Flying distance through.
Sorrow moods I cannot hide,
- I belong to you.

Can I ask you come back soon?
I will try to care more.
Listen please to this lonesome tune:
What's loneliness for?

Little things that meant a deal,
Are of yesterday now.
Can't you touch me can't you feel,
I'm losing it somehow.

Like an astray - sky is grey,
Nothing here is self assuring.
Life's a misery day by day,
- Sorrow why’s it occurring?