With the wind to my ears
And the faces to my eyes,
There I sat amidst the tears
That slipped through the cracks in my heart
I made a change in deciding to depart—
From lonely old paths that had painted my demise
Yet the more I stayed away,
The more I became the prey
All this prey could do was run and pray,
Hoping that each demon would be easier to slay,
Wishing the new path would not end in dismay—
And dreaming that the light at the end of the tunnel would all but stay
If I could show you the areas that are grey,
Would you help me put this heart out of disarray?
Would you laugh and sneer, watching my decay?
Or would you stab me in the heart and end the sad display?
With the wind to my ears
And faces to my eyes,
Here I sit, a victim to my fears,
I've tried to do it all, to be the lover and the kindler—
Only to find out in the end that no one listens to the listener.
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A 100 For My Better Half
Poetry"Summer and warmth spilled from her eyes, Breaking my shell like metal on ice, I tried to ignore, yet I couldn't excise- The love in me that she enticed". Praise Frank This is an anthology to and for one who unconsciously opened a gate which was shu...
