Tell me now
where you go
when I ignore you
.
Are you alone
within your home
So I can’t see you
.
And while you’re there
do you swear
that I can’t hear you
.
I promise you
forever true
that I do need you
.
The walls crumble and fade
yet there you remain
ever the same
For no one can break you
.
Not I
For I have tried
all the while I cried
I do feel you
.
As a part thats been broken
that part is still inside
no matter how hard I try
cry
lie
Until I die
I will feel
hear
need
and
love
you
.
Be it ever the same
everyday
In the shadows you will stay
until the day
I can truly free you
.
I’m sorry
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The depth of this is moving, Enreal. Beautiful.
Thank you Timotheous
So sad, you made me cry. Well, it may not take much lately, but this touched me.
Years were not my intention… though I am blessed I made someone feel. Blessings my friend, sorry for the delay. Been really tired lately
I think that being contained to a particular form brings out the being in a poet. However rhyming is a form that seems to take no effort and therefor does not produce the same effect.
Never the less your work seems very sincere and is touching.
thanks? I guess?
beautiful. the repetition adds to the sentiment and while you make it look easy, I know, it is not always so.
this makes me feel sorry too…. for what… I’m not exactly sure….
sam… I am sure you understand it better than anyone. thanks for your response
i thank you for this, coz i was hoping with i know no ground to stand on that him whom i miss much might spare me the attention like you have for your beautiful one in your mind. impermanent as things are, i feel weak and unenlightened.
meanwhile, my sis-in-law is going to give birth to her first very soon, probably this late afternoon or evening, we are all awaiting quietly, for the new member. Blessed be the mother-to-be, in her throes. Life is sad, and wonderful at the same time.
your words are beautiful and they sadden me. you are wise, thank you for sharing your wisdom
What can I say Charles. SImply beautiful. thank you
Loving. Healing. Renewing. Freedom. These are the words that come to mind as I read the above. Thought provoking and genuine.
I am blessed to know my words joined your mind and heart. Thank you
Hello Enreal,
Sorry to be crittical. It does not mean that I do not love your work. Yours is the only blog I read regularly.
It is always difficult to be critisized. I enjoy so much the real you that the rhymes seem like a crime.
Please do not feel that I do not apreciate you. I do.
M