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Apr 2016
What wound you ****** so deep into my inner soul,
That I could not recover, nor find the reasons why,
A friend and lover held me in such utter hatred now,
I fell like lifeless on the barren ground and saw the sky.

My arms so weighted down with sorrows of the past,
Could not lift up you into my inner circle of this desire,
Enough to make you feel the spiraling, spirit now soar,
To know you were beloved and held most highest of high.

Some lies, exaggerations were so planted very deeply,
Misunderstandings and some hasty decisions belied,
We tried to sort it out of the swirling storm around us,
But could not calm the tempest still so we would not cry.

So, listen love and know that hearts sometimes deny,
What the mind and spirit want to earnestly provide,
But we must never let this hatred grow and multiply,
Until we both sink deeper into the mire and darkest eye.

Just take my hand and hold it like you never did before,
Look into each other's eyes and see that some truth still there,
Embrace like there will never be another time to learn to love,
Go forward with the heavenly spirit from the highest high.
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
(65/M/Arizona)   
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