Too Many

Too many years
These pleasures pall
Just salty tears
Then none at all
I seek to climb
Only to fall

Adrift in dreams
A nightscape bright
On weary lids
Mere hope alights
But as I reach
It’s out of sight

I think on God
As lost in time
The greatest crime
No reason left
Within the rhyme

Too many days
I wake too soon
The morning dark
Bleak afternoon
My melody
Has lost its tune

Too many years
I prayed alone
Too many sins
Left to atone
And no-one calls
My telephone

And no-one calls
My telephone…

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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12 Responses to Too Many

  1. Beautiful, Helen. I believe so many of us can “relate”.

  2. What’s your phone number Sis… I’ll call ya 🙂 xxxxx

  3. Hector says:

    Love it! Hits the tender places

  4. Beautiful, and I loved the rhythm.

  5. Skye says:

    I agree…the rhythm of this is perfection!! And, like Sis, if you gave out your number, I would call you in a heartbeat! Hugs!!! 🙂

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