Lies Of A Needy Heart Poem by Portia Lane

Lies Of A Needy Heart



my pain is my secret
a secret safely kept
my heart doesn't ache
that wasn't me who wept

i don't feel alone
i don't think of death
i don't miss the donor
who's been missing since he left

i don't care if she listens
or if she understands my pain
i don't care that she doesn't care
to pick at my brain

i'm glad they can't read my mind
i'm fortunate they don't try
my life is much better this way
i hope it stays like this till i die

Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness
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