For all our feelings that are left behind, we can't seem to imagine how to get away.

I was at a time in my life where everything met at a crossroad. I was alone and slowly losing my mind. One by one, like dominos, everything began cascading down. Friends, family, and my dearest love. My only escape was inside these words.

The aftermath of pain can be almost physical when you lose someone that you love - A pain that is blind to anything else - Just a world of hurt.

The pain that remains from that one special person's parting, leaves you forever changed - And always wishing for that innocence to be restored.

The thought came to me some years ago while passing through Appomattox, Va. I stopped to observe some of the graves and while gazing over the rolling hills, in my imagination, I could vividly see and hear the horrors of war.

I am 65 years old and I write the poetry of an old man who remembers.

A person becomes depressed when he realizes how many people are blinded by material things and his pure and noble "gifts" are meaningless in their eyes.

I lost a friend, and the love of my life, when he got into drugs. But before he did that I was very happy. He gave me the most beautiful ring ever, and I never take it off. It has been three years since we broke up, and I still worry about him. He was my best friend. Now everyone thinks I am stupid because deep down I still love him. I worry about him all the time; the ring reminds me of all the happy times we had together and all the dreams we had.

Several years ago, I was diagnosed with bi-polarism. This poem was written about the feelings of this disorder, as well as the craving of being loved and supported throughout the hard times. Fortunately, I'm married to a wonderful, supporting young man now, but for those of you who can relate to feelings of solitude . . . this poem if from me to you!

This is a sonnet that I wrote about a year back for an English class. I spent some time working on it, and it just so happens that this came during a time in my life when I was without a significant other, and feeling it hard. I have a large collection of poetry from some of my more depressed days. I keep them around because they always evoke a feeling in me.

This is a poem that I wrote when I felt there was nothing left to me as a person. It tells of the helplessness, the hopelessness, that I felt when betrayed by someone I put my entire trust into.