Dear John Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

hungry but cannot eat
cold, can't feel the heat
tired but cannot sleep
sad but cannot weep

love sickness got a chill
can't be cured with any pill
stomach churns, anticipate
clock ticks it's getting late

like a dog sits at the gate
i wait and wait and wait
was that a knock on the door
she is here of that i'm sure

alas hope turns to despair
to realize she doesn't care
was it something that i said
over and over in my head

finally my closing words
in the sky are many birds
though you think your love is true
she will fade, they always do
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