Writing and lyrics to songs,.. all of that does make sense to people because we do share many of the same kinds of experience but lose sight of the fact that we are not alone in our reactions to those experiences. Often, borrowed wisdom is enough to remind us. Well done!

When something is given has it really been stolen? Misappropriated, probably.
It makes sense to give away only what you can afford to lose.
And there is always an abundance of love, isn't there?
Too much of the time we are stuck in time.

Excellent poem. Universal meaning. Personal grief.

What do I have the right to do?
What parameters can I use?
You sent me an message, though short.
Now, I know what you want and when.
But, we are not on the same page.
Eliminating myself
Is the easiest route for me.
You want a younger, taller girl.
I want a bright man who can spell.
And if you have left blanks around,
Don't wonder why I don't trust you now.
Asking for sexy pictures just
Tells me you are selfish and cheap.
Go buy a magazine somewhere.
I don't owe anyone my soul.
I will give that after a time.
I've waited my entire life now.
I've practiced that; I've got it down.
So though I don't want to be rude,
I just don't think you are for me.

That was pretty cute.
Here's a story:
A lady I spoke to at the funeral for her Mom told me she was cleaning her mother's house and so she changed out of her nice work suit and put on her Mom's house dress. Then, she found some earrings on a sofa and so she put them on her ears, so she could continue with what she was doing. To keep dust off her hair, she tied her Mom's scarf over her hair. The door bell rang. As she passed the hallway mirror, she was startled to see someone who looked exactly like her Mom, standing there in the hall..

This is so touching. I am sorry for the loss of someone you all felt close to. She must have been very special.

Nicely done: building upon each successive thought.
I can see why you wanted to get past that number, but it is only a number. You could freak out over a spool of thread with 666 on it. It is kind of a purple/magenta. Got to watch out for giving too much importance to things. I just think of that poor spool of thread. Thread isn't evil, is it? LOL!
Great poem, really.

Exceptional gift you have. I loved your poem.
I understand all too well. Wonderful in every way.

Courage is a virtue. They don't have it.
Patience is a virtue. That's in short supply.
You sure haven't missed anyone worth keeping.
None of us want someone that won't even try.
Hold onto the big smile. I'm learning to.

Thank you, Angel. Writing is great therapy. To miracles!

Thank you, I do appreciate your reading my work.

Guidance from God. Yes, I was implying that He is the one who understands. I am waiting and I realize it will happen in His time, if it is to happen, at all. Thanks.

Thank you, Mirror, Mirror. It is about time that I write more uplifting things. It seems I am looking for something wonderful to happen, first.

So here I am, again.
Sleep-walking through one more restless night.
Should I go to my bed,
Though I can't stop my nightmarish fright?
>>>
It just spills over now,
Through the agonizing, pointless days.
Do I have to allow
Life lived through a veil of choking haze?
>>>
It doesn't have to be like this.
I don't want the endless pain.
Oh, yet another day I spend,
With another sad refrain.
>>>
Oh still, I walk on shards of glass,
And I cling with claw-like hands.
I cry and cry a thousand tears.
Is there one who understands?

Well written. You've expressed the fear of all who have experienced the death of a marriage.
For many, there is nothing that could be done, once a heart has been hardened.
Unfortunately, the love you felt is still there and you grieve over the loss of the object of that love.
Fortunately, all it takes is the choice to risk being hurt for the gift of loving again.
And, it can be done. It didn't kill you the last time.
And, it is probably worth it, don't you think?

Nice romantic poem. Yes, that's love.

Not buried deep enough. Very perceptive of you.

Drinking, already? That explains your good mood.

Here is the honeymoon I never took.
And here are the flowers he never
Brought when the kids were born.
Here are the "Gee, your pretty's"
He never thought to say.
And here are the gems he never
Brought for me, which were lost, anyway.
And here is the undivided attention
I didn't merit, and so never got.
And here are the unspent pennies
For my thoughts.
Here is the kindness in which
I could trust.
Wishes to ashes
And lust to dust.

Thank you very much. There's a story behind it. and I'm thinking about making it into a song.

Thank you, Different and Jimz. Very nice of you both.