In His Sorrow
I see, I hear, I feel
him in his sorrow.
My heart
sees, the pain
he tries to hide,
behind the smile.
My heart
hears, the anguish
in his voice,
as he speaks.
My heart
feels, the heartache
he suffers,
with his loss.
The love that was
to be forever,
true, and unconditional
is gone.
The heart
and soul
perishes with
every breath taken.
Memories, of
that love,
are the only
thing left.
I had no one's heart
to see, hear, or feel
my cries for comfort
when I needed it the most.
My heart
surrenders to him
what I needed
so desperately.
My heart
knows the misery
a soul can possess
when the suffering
continues to dwell within.
Happiness and laughter
turned to tears.
Tranquil sleep
turned to restless nights.
Trust, that was
never doubted,
is now an anxiety
that the mind doesn’t
seem to rest.
Questions of why
and how exhaust
your every thought
and remain unanswered.
Pain builds
a wall of protection.
To keep out
whoever dares
to come too close.
Anger stirs within
ready to lash out
at the first word
that just doesn’t
seem to sound right.
The emotions,
of your heart
and mind, fluctuate
its ups and downs.
My Dearest Jim.
I give you my ears
to listen.
I give you my shoulder
to weep upon.
You are not alone.
I am here faithfully.
With open arms
to give you the comfort
that I needed once so desperately.
I see, I hear, I feel
him in his sorrow.
Copyright © Ilene Townsend | Year Posted 2005
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