For hearts like mine there is no peace
Except in knowing that release
Will finally one day come to me,
Erase what should not ever be.
Oh there were those who were amused
By art that bleeds from the abused
But now this blood is running dry,
The art was just the first to die.
No words that rhyme, no heart to feel
The flashbacks are what really steal
Potential life, what might have been-
What dreams built up have now caved in.
What sacrifice, were God’s appeased?
By all I’ve ever known I’m teased
My pathways led in to a wall
As if I never walked at all.
I’ve lived to wish that it were true -
Perhaps it is- I never knew
The things I’ve known most all my life
Erased by what was called a wife.
John H. Bidwell
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Reviewed by Nila Jamier (Reader)
Reviewed on January 25, 2005
This is so sad your poem.
Reviewed by Heather White (Reader)
Reviewed on November 9, 2004
broken love hurts and memories do haunt, an excellent write of pain
What exquisite cadence and flow, John!! And your word choices and weaving, wonderful! There is a ... wisdom that winds through this piece, like you were giving peace to the reader along with your anguish.
((((( John )))))
Put your past behind you, my friend. Focus on what the future holds for you. You have a tender, loving heart. You will find someone deserving of you and your precious son. My thoughts and prayers have always been with you.
~Linda
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on November 9, 2004
One must never let another steal one's dreams or peace. So sad this write, John.
Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on November 9, 2004
Time to turn over a new leaf....you have things to do..DO them!!..dearest John don't cry over spilt milk..it ain't worth it OK?
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One of your finest.
Put your past behind you, my friend. Focus on what the future holds for you. You have a tender, loving heart. You will find someone deserving of you and your precious son. My thoughts and prayers have always been with you.
~Linda
Chip up..new wonders await YOU!!!
excellent write..
Vesna:)
My pathways led in to a wall
Nice title. I'm sorry you are suffering.
Hope you are okay!!
Love Tinka