Long hath he sat in silence withering
A crying heart with no one listening.
Walls cast shadows beneath the moon
And no one sees him within the room
Where wisdoms' seen through haunted eyes
Of a little boy who never cried
In time the boy grows thick and strong
And to the world he raised his arms
But the world cannot bare his sight
So alone he walks the shadows of night
And those who dare to raise a hand
Soon find out he's become a man.
But like the child without a life
He's all alone without a wife
His heart is hardened, his soul contained
He knows not how, a love sustain
So he sits in the shadows silently withering
A lonely soul though the worlds' now listening.
What did you think
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Do not fear the cold of night ...
soon we step into warm Light ...
The wounded soul knows better than anyone else what love is about ... for love does not wound.
Myra
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Hello Dennis hope all is well.
This indeed is nothing short of penned art.I had to read it several times. Not that i did not comprehend what it says , but because it is so well written! This is a great write! The emotion you have captured in it,and the emotions that overcame me as i read it left me feeling...well to be quite honest for once in my life i am lost for a word to describe it It has just left me feeling! A wonderfully penned piece here Dennis! Outstanding! Take care and may God bless : )
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A wonderful piece of poetry. Love the rhythm and flawless rhyme. Very well crafted. Beautifully penned.
Sam
p.s. hope you are well old friend.
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