About the Poem
My poetry has always been written for me, as a mental release. Now I have reached a point where I wish to share my feelings with others who have experienced similar feelings. Although my poems may be obscure, I hope that those who read them may still find them meaningful and entertaining. Thank you. -E.R.
|by Edward Racey|
|Holding you in my arms, cursing my hands.
Regretting what I've done, knowing it will never mend.
Calling your name out loud, holding my head.
Remembering the things I've done, and all the things I said.
I know why you went away, you don't need to explain.
Not much left that I can say, but you don't need THIS PAIN.
Lying flat upon my back, face up to the sky.
Counting all the stars, for all the times I made you cry.
I loved you, I hurt you, I pushed you far away.
I love you, I want you, but you don't need THIS PAIN.
Holding in my hand, a tear stained photograph.
I'm the one who let you go, now I don't know where you're at.