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Sheila Stafford Aug 2020
Where are you
someone says you’ve gone
to spirt
I want to say good bye

Where are you
please let me know
your ok
because I cry

Where are you
did you know
that I cared
about you

Where are you
maybe I will see you
in my dreams
dancing smiling
are you happy now

Where are you
you will always
be with me
in my heart
and my soul

forever
Sheila Stafford Aug 2020
Who are we

Oh what a strange world
we are living  in
an inverse affect it has on us all
don’t forget your mask

Different colours
designs and fabric
do they have an adverse
effect  
on who we are ?

I made my mask
It’s indigo
I love that colour
what’s more
I’m going rent a stall
and sell some more
Sheila Stafford Aug 2020
Is it
too late
to debate
can we relate

Where are we
the me
that used to be
so strong

Now weakened
and alone
no bone
where is home

Will we ever be
and see
who we both
used to see
Sheila Stafford Aug 2020
I wonder why me
what have I done
or what did I do to
be treated with such
Disrespect

Had I not tried
So hard
talked so much
would this still be
Happening to me

Why me
i keep asking myself
was I just blind
did I really not see
what was in front
of me

What is the truth
can it be that
I am not
what he wants to see

Was it all a fantasy
a lie
or could it be
that we were just
not to be

Please tell me
help me
I really want the
truth

Why me
Sheila Stafford Jul 2020
What’s new
a mask or two
our faces are hidden
Covid has given
and we’ve been forbidden

We have no choice
to voice
but been given
a decision

Covid is not forgiving
are we really living
or being driven
by the unknown
that is fear

Is Covid
Still here
should we adhere
who or what
is out to plot

Put on your mask
and do not blog
Sheila Stafford Jul 2020
Lies ruin lives
make people despise
and trust is denied
so many times
Just keep giving
them time

But then it’s a game
that becomes so untamed
something to treat
a despicable bleep
that has no real
feet

It’s all just a lie
that became so sly
how could you meet
and say
it was a treat

It’s an illusion
how could
it be real
such a betrayal
and now its
so stale
Sheila Stafford Jul 2020
Life is but a thought
Imagination that we believe
a dream to be received
should we just dive in
or hold back
and give it some slack

What is life
a time in space
or universal place
floating  through dreams
or nightmares
That are laced

What’s the next page
does anybody know
where or what
is this place

It’s our world
but is it ?
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