‘til my death
lost years
countless tears
that continually fall
down the cheeks of my heart
from my inner eye
there is an Ocean full of it’s saltiness
and i try my best to stay afloat
hoping for a passing ship
of compassion
to save me
save you
save us
perhaps we are the strong ones
or perhaps the weak
perhaps the fools
the wise
the meek
for i do not speak often
about this coffin
i have laid my soul in
as i prepare for another death
change
my every breath is tainted
with my anguish
i am deeply pained
to not have you in my life
we men do this sometimes
if i could take away your anguish
i would
but you will not give it to me
will you
you do not yet trust in that love
that was given to you
left to you
by Mother
there are no Rhymes
that can suffice
and make missing you
pretty and nice
and if there were
i would rather have you
i pray each day for you
hoping you make it through
without what i feel
inside
for what i have found
is one can not hide
from their truth
and that is . . .
i love you
‘til my death
© 9 December 2012 : william s. peters, sr.
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