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Reacher Jack Poem
Her whispers of "love," a suffocating embrace,
She claimed I was her air, her very space.
Blinded, I clung to a love's sweet charade,
Ignoring whispers, the warnings that frayed.
Smiles, kisses, a tapestry brightly spun,
Purpose bloomed, a battle fought and won.
Deaf to murmurs, blind to crimson signs,
Lost in a dream where forever entwines.
Now dust settles, a truth I can't deny,
The façade crumbles, a love turned a lie.
Copyright © Reacher Jack | Year Posted 2024
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Reacher Jack Poem
A day will come—maybe not today,
Maybe not tomorrow,
But someday—
When the concept of religion will unfold before me.
Through the years, events unfold,
And always, they say, "We thank God."
I used to believe,
I heard of Him,
And so, I preached.
Perhaps one day, they'll hear from me,
Speaking of Him.
Today in church, they said, "We trust Him."
I want to trust,
I really do.
But questions linger within.
Maybe one day,
I'll tell you about Him.
Copyright © Reacher Jack | Year Posted 2024
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