A walk in Chelsea
Regret, like a frost, upon my heart
For Chelsea, a love that I had to depart
With hindsight I can clearly see
In pain and anger, I acted childishly
For the road not taken, the love lost
Forever in distance, at what cost?
For I must choose myself, it seems
And love her from afar in my dreams.
But oh, the memories that remain,
Of Chelsea, in my heart and brain
I see her face, and hear her voice
And wish I made a different choice.
For in my haste, I let her go
And now, in sorrow, I now know
The true worth of her love and grace
And wish every night for her warm embrace
Though fate and time may take their toll
This heartache will not be controlled
My love for Chelsea will endure
For my affection will forever be pure
And though I must move on in life
My love for her, will cause no strife
For in my heart, she shall remain
Forever loved, forever missed...
Forever as my heart’s only pain.
Lonely Walk Accompanied
I walk the streets alone yet you're here
The eyes of you are upon me yet I can't see
Come away with me please
I walk the streets alone yet you're here
You are not a shadow
Yet you say I matter
I walk the streets alone yet you're here
The eyes of you are upon me yet I can't see
10/7/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
There is silver linings in the clouds today
hypnotic breeze makes the trees sway
on the pavement of broken dreams she waits
eighty years old embracing the fates
her treasures of stories have all been told
her body tells her she is way too old
No one comes to hold her hand
No one is left to help her stand
Unsteady steps as she crosses the street
Cars fly by and she refuses to retreat
Her path is determined, no need to fear
she wobbles with purpose, the end is near
Philosophies fumble through her mind
her life plays like a vcr on rewind
no regrets, well maybe a few
but the road is ending, what could she do
crowded streets, life is passing by
rushing to the who knows where and why
I watch and wonder...
Will she make it before the lights change?
I walk through a lonely road,
With burdens and heavy loads;
I don’t know where it leads,
Not even certain how the signs would read.
Been trekking this harsh, gloomy nights
And only on wishes that I see the light;
In dreams, I pray that the sun will rise,
But I know I still have to pay a price.
At times, to hope I dwell,
And if it is real, I can’t even tell.
All I’m sure are fears and pain,
That mess up with my tears and the rain.
I’m sick, I’m tired, I want to rest.
Oh, how I wish the birds would share its nest.
And so I’ll stand and walk again;
This time, through happiness that I long to gain.
My lonely walk alone
gives me time to
think about the hurt
which is nagging me.
It resurfaces to attack
now and then until
I decide to shake it
loose as I saunter off.
My mind takes in
the scene I pass
looking at children
playing in the city park.
They are laughing and
having fun in their world
of play in which I wish
I was part of again.
Alone I walked on a littered part
A companion I seek on my journey
Saluting me was a weird man afar
Sitting inside an abandoned caravan
Looking tattered in a torn sleeveless
Haaa! Haaa! Haaa! His laughter continues…
He was eating from a barbaric piece of cake
Hey brother! Whispered the lunatic
At this point restless became my mind
And then I ran into a mud shelter to hide
A deep breath of relief I took and sat
Resting my back on the primitive cracked wall
Only to hear a strange voice echoing again
Just like the sound of many water dropping
I stood up but behold my legs are heavy
At this time I was weak and weary
I couldn’t help but to give up
For the evil lurked in the darkness
But when I was about to scream!
Mama woke me up from sleep
For I have been dreaming a dream
After wandering unknown streets,
somehow, I found my way home.
The dark alleys
didn’t scare me,
nor did the late-night walkers
early drunkards
relentless addicts.
I had already been put through the worse possible pain:
heartbreak.
Though the night was dim
the sky grey, the moon pale,
Though I was all alone
no friend, no help
no savior
I was okay.
My mind was too preoccupied
with you
to care about anything that could’ve happened
to me.
The cricket’s song
offered no solace
nor did the owl’s hoot.
The pain in my feet,
my legs,
my heart.
Everything looked sad tonight.
Sagging trees, slouched grass
Dark road, lonely houses.
Nature cried with me.
I left a watery trail
and I found my way home.
Lonely Walk
Cold gray dawn, mist overcoat
comforting as damp muslin gauze
shrouding the eyes of the detached and departed.
Decrepit footpath, cracked and neglected
as the mothers graves across the field
backs cracked by careless footfalls no doubt.
My own gone these many years now
the Belfast cemetery not far from here
her stone unfound after searching.
Somber Irish mist, where legends and relatives mingle
sometimes seen, always there
waiting.
Stephen (Stoic)
If I could cry a million black
seas
I would at least drown and
sink away
From this tree of forbidden
fruits
Bearing hope but sharing
pain.
Turning away does not blind
the mind's eye
Swimming a sea does not
bleach my black
heart
So here I stand weeping by
your door
Even after a hundred
hatchet blows.
The contempt and hate you
spare me
Are real extreme yet to live
alone I fear
So I would rather drown by
you
Than take the lonely walk to
my waiting
tomb.
a lonely walk while
shoulders brush on crowded streets
get out of my way
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