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Forsaken
By
Jim Ciccolini
I did not have anything else in mind
to replace that which I've failed to find
and now I am lost and glancing behind
to see where my path was misaligned.
Perhaps I had it but merely was blind,
left it to wither and slowly unwind,
but I fear to say I've truly resigned
so maybe my goal can be redefined.
I need one with compassion for the weak,
who sees the warmth past the days that are bleak,
who will keep a hand always to my cheek
and never give in to a losing streak,
for as I've spent my whole life being meek
I rarely can say the thoughts that I seek
and no matter how much I try to speak,
the words carry less meanings than they leak.
I want somebody who isn't afraid
to admit to needing another's aid
and who will let that same love be repaid
without any fear of being betrayed,
but for many years now I've searched and prayed,
while my patience and certainty decayed,
I still carried on my hopeless crusade,
each failure making me grow more dismayed.
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