Second Thoughts**
Falling in love with someone you can never truly be with can be haunting. We hide behind filtered photos—wearing a smile, using body language as our shield. As poets, we feel deeply; we observe and express our emotions through the words we write.
My heart is weary—so weary. (Elizabeth Browning) Our tone reveals more than we realize, and readers often interpret it in unexpected ways.
Endless love can inspire gratitude, but it is peace and happiness that nourish my soul. Do I trust myself enough to open my heart to another? Loving someone who remains out of reach is perilous, a slippery slope indeed. Once more,
I question whether I can surrender to another based solely on a smile. Should I confess that I have fallen and feel unable to rise again?
My heart is weary, my soul is worn
From the weight of struggles, the sting of scorn
I've walked through fire, and weathered the rain
And I'm searching for solace, a refuge from the pain
Be my peace, my shelter from the storm
My calming presence, my gentle form
I've got enough pain, enough heartache and woe
I need your soothing balm, your peaceful glow
In your arms, I find my peaceful nest
A place to lay my weary head, and find my rest
Your love is my solace, my comfort and my guide
Be my peace, my love, and let my heart reside
So let the world outside, with all its strife and pain
Fade into the background, as I bask in your peaceful reign
For with you by my side, I know I'll be alright
Be my peace, my love, and fill my heart with light.
When my heart is weary from the world’s woes
I feel so depressed by the current news,
I know others are caught in dreadful throes
Then I try to grasp optimistic views
Avoiding lighting a negative fuse,
Spend time in thoughtful, calm meditation
Then, my heart restores in affirmation.
written March 27, 2022
We are all blemished and will do poorly.
We benefit while ignoring the price.
Yet, we vow to endure the pain bravely.
Perhaps we should ponder round this quickly.
Death turn more widely avowed in a trice.
We are all blemished and will do poorly.
We are the key culprits of the treaty.
We render woods in order to claim truce.
Yet, we vow to endure the pain bravely.
Vile spell that we've just cast is known widely.
With all of our poison strewn in the place.
We are all blemished and will do poorly.
We have a trend to ignore our frailty.
Or by hurting, free yourself from entice.
Yet, we vow to endure the pain bravely.
I'm speechless as I squirm to find savvy.
My heart is weary of my mind's entrance.
We are all blemished and will do poorly.
Yet, we vow to endure the pain bravely.
My heart is weary and my soul is heavy,
I have removed the dagger but I am bleeding still;
and I know I will have a deep scar forevermore,
oh, but could I remove your name from my mind;
and how I wish that I had never met you, friend!
You see, I am very accepting of any flaws you have,
of our differences in opinions about politics and such;
but, I am demanding in a friendship with two things
loyalty is upmost- and I must trust you;
I heard you were talking behind my back, friend.
So, what do I do with this information told?
Isn't it odd how others like to hurt with gossip;
anyways, you have showed your true colors to me,
and they are not pretty. But, what to heck to do???
Well, Dad always told me to keep my friends close ,
and my enemies closer!
But, YOU will never have my
respect ever, ever again, friend.
_____________________________
October 15, 2019
Poetry/Verse/Loyalty and Trust
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1188-815-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
So far away are you.
How can i ever get to you
when my heart is weary
from searching in the
darkest corner for you.
Even the brightness of
the firmament could not
reveal your hiding place.
Open your heart
so i can know it.
I want to know it.
Though it is deep,
unfathomable,
unfamiliar,
and unspeakably confusing.
I will die trying to
know and understand it.
Know that however hardened
your heart seems to be,
the fire of love from
my heart will melt it.
Look deeply into my eyes,
you'll see the reflection of
my yearning soul calling out to you.
Hold my hand let's walk together
for destiny is calling.
I'm the only one who
knows your heart.
You knew that i know.
What is keeping you.
What is holding you back.
This fear will overwhelm you.
This thoughts of the unknown
will destroy your faith.
Allow me now to give to you
that strength lovers use against
any forces that threatens their happiness.
Let's not mind if we reach the shore or not.
Come beloved, destiny calls.
My darling, thank you for this love.....
Silent night, now your eyes are closed my love
Without any worries you sleep deep in front of me
You have left me alone and my heart is weary and sad
My tears are the only left now on your silent face
Since you have gone, my life is gone for me
Feel my nights are very painful and lonely without you
Left with cold without your arms around me to warm
Sometime I feel fear that my symptoms will fade
I kept my prayers each day would pass living in your love
but you made me to understand no man can buy death
Now I sit here and recollect my days with you and my love
for which I have given my all to the one who I loved the most
The love you have shown on me can not be repaid or matched
But I only can pray the heaven to take care of your soul
Someday I shall find you in the heaven, then our souls unite
Till then I can only think and dream of you until I reach you
But my tears will not stop for your love my darling.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
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Alone am I and don't want to be, I pray for someone to come and rescue me. I
wander along this lonely path and think of those that I've lost in the past.
I seek for someone to walk with me, I look and entreat, for my soul is in despair.
Once I had a mate so fair and refined, she walked with me and soothed my mind,
but now she is gone. My world has become calamity. Now I wander this lonely path,
across mountains and through the pass. In desert places my soul does thirst for an
oasis to drink from on this lonely earth.
I despise the day and rue the night, when dreams come in and stress my plight. The
sun does scorch me, the cold sends shivers down my spine. No one to shade me, no
one to hold me, nothing to make the cold to flee.
My heart is weary and my mind whispers, your name is solo and will always be. My
shadow mocks me as I go, a reminder of long ago, when there were other shadows
not just mine alone. I've become a mad man, I curse the day and wail at night.
Perhaps some day I'll find sweet rest, join the ones I lost in the past and solo no
longer my name will be.
Why the night’s so silent like an sad empty room?
No voice can be heard just constantly gloom
Where all the people go?
They are sleeping and drowning slow
So tell me what I should know
Why can’t I shut my eyes to sleep tonight?
I can hear the sound of the wind
Like it’s trying to impress you
Without being seen
I can see the stars are hiding
Behind those hazy clouds
Sparkling like they’ve always been
The moon shines mysteriously
But the beam calms me down
And let me have this lonely night
I can’t sleep and this mind won’t stop thinking
I keep on humming in the place where I’m sitting
I’m so tired like I just need a deep sleep
But how can I sleep when my heart is weary
Can somebody help me…
I looked upon the moon asking for guidance
Make me feel drowsy so I can rest this aching heart
Tell me it’s alright to lay my head on the ground
Let me rest my tired eyes
And let me forget about life for a while
Sent me to a place where everything is beautiful
Sing me a lullaby so mending so peaceful
In this long windy night
Let me rest my tired eyes
And forget about life for a while
Life's Burdens
My back, heavy and bent, in real physical pain,
saying I am sorry over and over and over again.
My many apologies have nothing to gain,
their anger resonates loudly in my brain.
My heart is weary, tired and sad, never without,
guilt that I carry with me, day in and day out.
My sorrow, being genuine, still cannot bring about,
forgiveness from family, although devout.
Words fall upon deaf ears, that want only to blame,
tears cannot, and will not, bring about any change.
Hurting them, knowing not from where my anger came,
cannot they see how painful it is, and my shame?
When my life is finished, when they lay me to rest,
then the lord will listen, holding me to his breast.
He will be the one that will hear my sins confessed,
helping others forgive me, being my first request.
I keep investing my time
Like a prospector on a gold rush
I keep panning and panning
Hoping to get one glimmer of gold
To help me to survive in life
Instead I keep getting fooled
By all that shines
I see and love
Fools gold...
Men who I can't take to the bank
Men who are all pretty and sweet
But inside they are all fake
And they leave...
ugly green stains on my heart
When will I finally strike it rich
With a man who is 24 Carat pure gold
Who has love for me
That is priceless...
A love that will help me to survive
Life's toils and strife
When will my panning days be over
It seems..
My heart is weary and water logged
From hoping against hope
Holding the strainer of my heart in my hands
Hoping to find
True golden love...
instead of constantly being
Played like the fool
With this river that runs
full of fools gold.
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