Jonathan Smith Poet Dramatic Monologue

My Heart Bleeds

Abomination after abomination, sorrows and tears fill my eyes
Seeing my children in despair, with hope and aspiration I remain.
Infidelity, rotten my roots, my heart tumble and falls
With the pain I continue to bear.

I have filled their van with good produce and abundance rainfall;
wash away their lands from stains and brighten their homes with the finest of lights.
But still! I'm not seeing my way through.

How does all this happen? I sometimes wonder.
My hope is to see them flourish, prosper and live in unity.
As I wait to pass on my final judgment.

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Darren White March 6, 2017 at 12:00 PM Hello Jonathan, I sometimes tell this to other new poets here who wait eagerly for comments :) For people to discover your poems, it often needs a little effort from both sides. People here have to see firtst you are here before they can find your poems. The best way therefore is: read poems of other poets, and leave a comment to their work. That way they see you are here, can click your name and so find your poems in return. Second piece of advice is this: (to be continued) Darren White March 6, 2017 at 1:31 PM Of course, I fully understand, I was new once too! Jonathan Smith March 6, 2017 at 1:02 PM thanks for the advice Darren...I will look up to it... Just that this is a new experience... Darren White March 6, 2017 at 12:01 PM If people comment on your work, give them a reply, You will see that you will slowly but securely that way gain a reader public that will comment and converse with you. Good luck and welcome to PoetrySoup :)

Jonathan Smith March 6, 2017 at 7:29 AM please comment to help me improve.... Darren White March 6, 2017 at 12:06 PM A sad and painful poem about something that remains unsaid. Which is good. I like poems that aren't too obvious, and give me something to guess.