I Don't Want To Move OnA Poem by Gary McDonald
She is the Earth I walk to find her
the tear that floods my soul
loving her was hard, missing is torture.
My pillow has lost my Insomnia's cure
nights have become a desolate land of loss
devoid of light, low on air, I'm falling
feeling the wind punch my face
drying all these tears, mending my wounds.
I'm still searching, built from eternal hope
she will rest upon my shoulder, this night.
© 2009 Gary McDonald
Added on December 27, 2009
Last Updated on December 27, 2009
Crawley, West-Sussex, United Kingdom
AboutDo not love for the love of another, nor seek the sights already sought, live for the lives of the many, and your days will in time be taught. Gary I'll be swinging in from time to time, but.. more..