Sad Mood Poem by Josephe Buchanan

Oh my baby done left me tonight like Sam Cooke. Done left me broken and lost without a ticket back home. She left me stiff and crying, might as well be dead. I'm in a sad mood tonight because my baby done gone away and left me.
Left me with no more memories, or hope,
no more redemption and no more magic. I might as well be the great pretender acting like I'm doing well, but lonely
My heart sounds like the men working on the trains.
Oh yes, I am the sad pretender, for I lost my baby. I lost my magic. Simply put, I lost my soul.