Poems from India

Time on my hands, so much time on my hands
Remorse and sorrow fill my days
Since she returned the golden band
Time to reflect, so much time to reflect
On the bitter words spoken
Causing tears I now regret
Long lonely hours, Such long lonely hours
Spent alone with my thoughts
About a sweet love turned sour
Long empty days, such long empty days
Seeing people and places
We had seen in happier ways
Long lonely nights, such long lonely nights
Sadly waking cold and alone
In the dawns unfriendly light
Time on my hands, so much time on my hands
Spending the hours of my solitude
Trying hard to understand.

By: Neo

Labels: English, NEO, OS2i, poem