A Thousand Cuts
A THOUSAND CUTS
Greeted me as I - one more time - stepped onto the dance floor of life,
reaching out for your hand, only to touch the blade of a knife
that - so sharp -cut to the bone - I felt so forlorn,
knowing, yet my heart was still hanging on
to a dream that never left the bed and all I do is morn
for the loss of, and the realization " all is gone " !
Never, it seems, has a glimmer of light shone
upon all that I gave, all I felt for you -
something I have given to very few.
Now, in realization of, it comes to mind
what it is all of us would - love - to find.
Love for and Love from is the light we want to shine,
brighten up life, all life with such great heat,
that everyone upon this earth, you'd want to meet
and from the depths of your heart and soul, greet -
with open arms and an unbiased,unprejudiced mind -
the spirit, the soul, the heart of all mankind.
B.J. "A" 2
June 7th 2009
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2012
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