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Broken Wings

Image inspired..  this is simply poetic expression. 
 
 
 
Close the windows and lock the door,
I cannot take this anymore.
Throwing down the cards, fold my hand.
This is not what I had planned
 
I have not been myself lately,
skilled knives have mended so greatly-
the bones, but lost my will to sing.
Gravity won and broke my wings
 
There’s no more fear in the breakdown,
I have lost the will not to drown.
So easy to ride, down this slide,
can’t you see it in my dark eyes?
  
I’ve been good at wearing the mask,
to hide the tears, so they don’t ask.
Such busy lives, no time to spare,
so let me go, for I’m not scared.
 
I have slipped far, this time dear,
ready to quit the game, no fear.
Into a hole where time has ceased,
longing to claim my soul deceased.
 
No metaphors to shield the weak,
silence is what I crave, don’t speak.
Has nothing to do with you dear,
it’s just as plain and clear…
 
to me…so,
 
Close the windows and lock the door,
I cannot take this anymore.
Throwing down the cards, fold my hand.
This is not what I had planned
 
 
-TheMsLvh © 2011

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Grief Often gets in the Way

Grief often gets in the way,
like a granite stone in a river.
Impeding the gentle sway
of the moonlight’s reflected silver.
 
Mourning with uncontrolled sorrow;
which steals the breath away.
Wounded hearts forget tomorrow –
will bring sunshine’s warm bouquet.
 
Sadness, hidden deeply behind –
longing eyes, searching to find;
the joy, that once playfully lived
in a beating heart that thrived.
 
Sometimes there is music –
only grieving ears can hear.
Soothing melodies floating , the intrinsic
strum of a harp, angels hidden near.
 
Lonely hearts long to fly away,
held captive by a thief.
Familiar creature appears each day –
ominous and dark known as grief.

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-TheMsLvh ©2011 *edited suggestions by Michael York*

Inspired by “Thy son liveth: Messages from a Soldier to his Mother” by
Grace Duffie Boylad

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