A LOST LOVE

poem by: Steven Godfrey
Written on Jan 27, 2017




I could love you like no other man ,but I just can't love myself 
I guess that is the reason,  I'm still upon the shelf 
I have tried so hard to like me , and all that I stand for 
It's not the inner me , but the outer I abhor 

For so  many years now,  I have locked myself away 
Stayed in my safe place ,far from judging eyes to prey 
A waste of a life some say , if only they knew my thoughts 
They never really will , for I think I would be to distraught 

Some nights the loneliness is searing and the silence is all you hear 
You open up your mind to nothing but pain and fear
Always pray for strength and to turn your life around 
Talking with my late mother makes me happy, that is what I have found 

I know that she can hear me ,I get a warm feeling when I talk 
At that precise moment , I know beside me she does walk 
Who knows when it will be , we ever meet again  
It's just hard to come to terms with  , a link missing from the chain 


 

Tags: love, rhyme, pain, hope, dark,

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Cecilia Crasto commented:
Even when our loved ones pass on I think they continue to watch over us. One day you will find that there is much to love about yourself, we are all unique and we should never compare ourselves to others..great poem.
Frank Hornby . commented:
I feel your pain Steven....I lost my mother 40yrs ago....but she never left me, she is tucked away deep in my heart.......I can still hear her laugh, and her laugh makes me laugh too........it's therapeutic to put your pain into poetry.........I do..

 

 

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