It Was My Doing

    To those who love and care,

    I’m sorry I am no longer there,

    I’m sorry I caused you this pain,

    My love of one, has driven me insane,

    Knowing I am unworthy and have lost my fight,

    I must end it, on this winter’s night,

    Tried to help, but I only confused,

    My own feelings I abused,

    I feel great pain and sorrow,

    Knowing there will be no tomorrow,

    With death, she does not feel or care,

    As long as she remembers, I was once there,

    I had dreams of her happiness,

    Her touch, feel and her caress,

    All is gone, all is lost,

    I must pay the final cost,

    If I cause pain and heartbreak,

    The responsibility for this I solemnly take,

    Not as emotionally strong as I thought,

    Actually very weak, and was caught,

    The deed is done, it’s over for me,

    For you a bright future I see,

    Don’t wander in distress,

    Go in pursuit of your happiness,

    I love you all, especially the one,

    The reason I don’t feel or see the sun,

    Don’t blame the one, not at all,

    It was my doing, my call.

     

    Steve Corke

    23/9/97

 

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