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
Indifference
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
helenvalentina 
Beautiful, Helen. I believe so many of us can “relate”.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Nice middle. 🙂
Thanks!! 🙂 🙂
What’s your phone number Sis… I’ll call ya 🙂 xxxxx
LOL – bit expensive to call Australia but it’s the thought that counts!! 😉
Love it! Hits the tender places
Thanks Hector!! 🙂 🙂
Beautiful, and I loved the rhythm.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
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!!! 🙂
Thanks Skye – Australian calls are probably a bit too expensive, but thanks so much for the kind thought!! 🙂 🙂