Poem of the Week
I Want To Be
I want to be the man of those days
when with passion and without fear
to love blindly my all I gave, I want to
be the man that was and today is not, fate
a black cloud bestowed upon me, covering the
sun that long ago in my live shine, and as a
magician in a child story, turned my sunny
days into days of haze; I want to be the
jovial man that was, not the sad and
empty soul that not knowing how,
today I’ am… I’m tired of being
strong, of rescuing others and
gloomy to them never seem
to be, I want… I want a soul
that takes a hold of me
a soul to love me, a soul
for me to love, someone
that values me as one
day she did
no more conversations with a pillow wet of tears
no more nights of fear, no more and night of
solitude, of anguish and anxiety, no more
nights thinking of a love that long ago
I had, long ago I lost, a love that in
the wilderness of live I still cannot
find, a love that I still think of
A love that I still miss
L.R.O.
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