Lost Hope
I've lost count of all the drinks I've downed.
So I go at a maddening pace and I pretend that it's taking his place.
But what else can you do when he refuses to face your reality?
My mental state is not secure.
Unrequainted love is a bore.
How can he ignore the pain that he's inflicted?
Fools rush in, so here am I.
I'm so tired of being here, but how can I move on when everyth...
Monday 20th October 2014 8:04 pm
Recent Comments
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Life in blues.
1 minute ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Gray Hair
4 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on MARIGOLD
6 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on To My Wonderful Son On Your Birthday
12 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Between Morning and Night
14 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Beacons
18 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Another Old Poem
21 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on For Patrick Bocarde
34 minutes ago
John Coopey on Forget-Me-Not
50 minutes ago
John Coopey on To My Wonderful Son On Your Birthday
53 minutes ago