Thorn In My Soul
To anyone who has lost a loved one to drug addiction.
Have you ever experienced a lovers electric caress,
freely given from the heart, no semblance of duress.
Gaze briefly into the cracked mirrors, of my now tortured soul,
composition of memories, for whom the lonely church bells toll.
Gone so hopelessly slow, into renegade obsidian night,
even the herald angels weep, when pondering my plight.
Seemingly divinely arranged, blessed with innocent wonder,
ensuing hells jealous charade, unjustly tearing asunder.
Cry not for lost dreams, unrealized and vanished,
but hear silent screams, for the life forever banished.
Delivered by Hades hateful spawn, on cyclone winds of rage,
bear witness my destiny, composed on a torn tear soaked page.
Blistered melodies from my soul, I now selfishly croon,
my symphony of a love, that was adjudicated too soon.
For although once I felt enraptured and blissfully complete,
consistent foreboding feelings, threaten my worldly defeat.
And though destiny unjustly chose, to shatter and tear,
fractured memories of true love, I shall constantly bear.
Down lives twisted path, I am obliged to audaciously wander,
inspired by fleeting dreams, of encounters I'll continue to ponder.
And though early in life, intruded the hateful dark reaper,
comprehending her legacies' plea, my knowledge grows deeper.
For to fall short of the visions or conspired aspirations,
inadequately gives undue merit, to corrupt incarnations.
Facing upward towards the glimmering sun,
nonchalantly warm in the fact, the day will soon come.
Inevitably our journeys at long last shall meet,
And eventually in heaven, we'll be finally complete.
Copyright © Gordon Stahlsmith | Year Posted 2005
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