09 Jul
Some people show their love and pain
In short, but violent bursts
Others try to hold it all in
The weight, an accumulating curse
We suffer through day by day.
Tribulations by fire is the lover’s way
Maybe they prefer you feel as they feel?
And you refuse to be coerced
Some just do as they think expected
Life’s “manuscript” rehearsed
Feeling too much all the caring and hate
The pain and the love this world creates
With little logic and a lot of passion
On the surface and submersed
What we feel is not always expressed
In some known predictable verse
Through a million minds all reaching out
Still most of it I could do without
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If you CAN see the forest for the trees
Yet savor the sight of early morning dew
Then someday, I want you to BE with me
What one can accomplish is enhanced by TWO
But if I don’t have that hand to hold
Suffering gladly in ourselves and for others
Then at least about my life it can now be told
That there will never be another
The closer to our hearts
The more we are affected
Feelings hold on stubbornly
Like a nasty wound infected
~fm
Filed under Poetry, in the year 2008/Print Post