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I did my duty, I went to war
Now to see her face, I ask no more

True love is her heart to be
How I wish life was battle free
Even as I fight, the years go by

Lessons to learn to ****, but why?
If only we could find some peace
Now my life would find a release
Each second takes me away from her

Oh, how I wish we could be together
Freedom should be fought for the better

Far away, I settle down to read her letter
If only I had never enlisted in this war
Reaching now, in tears, on a distant shore
Ends in tormented pain as she leaves me
Copyright © Chris Smith 2015
A silence with you
Is not
a silence

But a moment rich
with peace
I may not be

I may not be the fastest
I may not be the tallest
     Or the strongest

I may not be the best
Or the brightest

    But one thing I can do better
     Than anyone else...

      That is

        To be me
Some days you feel you just cant and don't want to go on, The games have gotten old, tears streaming  down my face I can tell you which each tear drop means and what lays within it for my heart is breaking from each one. How I wish I had already finished this journey, Lathargic, I sit here staring at the walls not wanting to think, yet longing to numb my every tear that steals a heartbeat; a breath at a time. Why must I be made to feel helpless to block your choice on the wrong road,  While you think your only best friend is lifting that stench of liquor to your lips , with each sip you are  killing your spirit while mine silently weeps. Robbing my heartbeats as you forget the lies and forget to whom it was told . If truth were spoken from the start no lie would have to be remembered. Draining my will with not just the tears but the games played with my heart and mind. How I long to believe, but the truth reveals each and every lie. Breaking my spirit where escape is the only place I want to be. You think your actions only hurt you  . . . But they destroy this spirit ,so lift that bottle to your lying lips, tell those stories to cover your addiction. But please leave me in this place where I can no longer feel , leave me to cry these tears filled with nothing but lies .

© cherry rose 2015
Any Addiction affects those lives you are a part of. Do I walk away . I have watched the destruction left behind because I am part of what was left behind. Yet a mother's love is one that never stops. But my son's addiction is killing me inside silently, as I listen to lie after lie. Those few times he is sober I see the son I once knew. How I wish I could have that one back in my life. But he has chosen his road. Every now and then when he sobers up I try but unless he chooses to do it for himself, he returns to that what I call a nightmare for me and confusion for him.
Liquid skies come washing down
Sheltering under rainbow bridges
Diamond raindrops hit the ground
Golden umbrellas by sea blue ridges

Sun beams dance across the sky
Making the giant oak crack a smile
Little ants play in the purple grass
They walk an inch or a mile

A small pink bird sings her song
For the listening flowers to hear
The moon salutes the silver clouds
As the stars secretly begin to appear
Copyright © Chris Smith 2010
You think you know this darkness?
To look deep into the blackness?
I've seen it far too many times
Suffered and paid for my crimes
I know I let you down, once again
Holding your patience, counting to ten
But I am a complicated beast of a man
Hurting you was never part of the plan
I only wish that you could see
That even I don't know me
You are the one who stays strong
Whilst everything I touch goes wrong

I wish I could change what has past
Stop living my life in this bomb blast
You are far more better than me
A man who is left feeling too empty
I pray you know how much I love you
How much more can you forgive what I do?
I keep upsetting you, with too much hurting
I don't blame you if you're now deserting
I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to go
This would be my curse, that I know
You are the one who stays strong
Whilst everything I touch goes wrong
Copyright © Chris Smith 2010
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