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Poems
Nov 2012
The Sanctuary (Part 2)
And just as I had thought all my problems were solved
He dropped me
The smile fades from my face
And that glistening happiness leaves my eye
I was wrong
Laying there with my face in the sand I deal with the pain
What else is new?
Bitter thoughts returned, “I told you so” they sneered
I wipe the blood from my hands and the sand from my eyes
And re-organize my thoughts
How could I have been so careless?
He had a hungry heart but an empty mind
But all I saw was someone willing to hold me.
Guess this place really was just a fantasy told,
To those stupid enough to believe it
I walk alone along the water’s edge and throw stones
As tears start to burn my face and cloud my vision
Once again I find myself laying in the sand thinking, looking, wandering
A heavy sigh takes away the burden of my past love
As I tell my story to the ocean
It sways and crashes as usual
I laugh at myself for expecting a response
No one hears me anymore
So I try again this time talking to the moon
As I finish telling my tale
He hides his face away behind the clouds leaving me in the dark
Again I laugh
No one cares
But saying what has happened, hearing myself talk
Helps ease the pain
I hear the sound of quick feet behind me as yet another boy approaches me
In my unstable mood I tell him everything
Finally what I’ve been waiting for,
Pity, sorrow, someone else who can relate and give me security
As he goes to wipe the tears from my eyes I apologize
And start running
Leaving him in the same pain I'm feeling
I'm sorry but it’s too soon to start again
As I deal with the guilt of causing someone else pain
I start a journey
I realize I’m not ready to be on the beach
And I must **** up my pride and return
To the place I left, in my haste to get here
I was wrong
I was blind
I come through the front door expecting hatred and get hugged
I was loved
Why would I throw that away?
I cry at my lack of inexperience
And lock myself away in my ocean of a room
Return to the thoughts
Return to the memories I tried to run from
And embrace them
Look for the universal meaning for their occurrence
Then I sleep
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Wantage, NJ
(Wantage, NJ)
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