Monday, January 26, 2015

"is it really so?"




















Please, my darling... close your eyes,
see compromises that go unchecked.
and know, its not just you that cries,
that I too feel this cannot be correct.

For I do feel... more than you know,
my hands hurt with the loss of you.
But some things only time can show,
some pains teach the heart what's true.

Like dominoes, I know your mother well,
her story, your story, and the fine fight.
But I have no answers, nothing to tell,
just my little love as a night light.

For the world has grown dark and gray,
troubled by answers you had to know.
Now you can barely hear the words I say,
while the world echoes with the question,
"is it really so?"

3 comments:

  1. This so beautifully written and filled with sadness that pulls the heart.

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  2. Such a bittersweet theme here of late...leaving gentle thoughts...

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  3. This makes me sad. I've seen it. A sensitive, lovely poem.

    =)

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