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Frank J Poem
This is my last foray into self expression
There are things that I don’t mention
But if you look closely
You will see that I am broken and lost
No matter when you see me
If I have a smile on my face
I am lying to you
I am in excruciating pain
What became of her
What has become of you
You are slowly slipping into the void
And you just don’t know what to do
There are days when you cannot wake
But the sun has risen above the hill outside your window
And you’re tired of this ordeal
There’s no reason to start the day
You miss the brilliance in her eyes
Which used to lead you through each hour
It pierced through your outer skin
And led to your inner tenderness
And now it is all gone
You can’t pull yourself up
You have been leveled by her leaving
And your maker has turned against you
She is the ghost that haunts you when you wake
The shadow that stalks your as you move through the city
And the one you long for your in your slumber
And separated by the stained glass at night
You can see her clearly when you shut your eyes
That day you were barefoot in the sand
At that Carolina beach in the twilight
Feeling whole, by the lifeguard stand
And her voice breathes in your ear
It has brought you to your knees
It shakes you at the core of who you are
You feel the gaze upon your eyes
And your imminent decent as she turns her back and walks away
It is now cold and silent here
You are truly alone in the haze of these days
It never played out like you planned
I wish to sleep forever
Where she will meet me in my dreams
Cause even if she won’t speak to me here
At least I can see her
Copyright © Frank J | Year Posted 2010
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Frank J Poem
I am empty and alone.
I am suffering more than anyone knows.
There are no words that can explain.
I love her but I am forbidden to acknowledge this to anyone.
I am doomed to this vow of secrecy.
I long for her warm embrace, for her gentle gaze.
Her voice is whispering in my head, but she is gone and I am dying inside.
I weep daily.
I have been abandoned.
I am standing on the edge of this deep abyss.
I stand alone even though the world is flowing around me.
They don’t notice me, but I am shouting to them in my head.
Even my own God has forgotten me.
I will never be the same again.
I am only a shell of what I once was.
I have tasted heaven but I have been forced out.
The doors have been slammed and sealed.
I am sitting outside her gates, waiting, never to be known again.
Copyright © Frank J | Year Posted 2010
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