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W. D. Thomas Poem
Callous Ears No Longer Hear
Have you ever hurt so deep inside, it was like a knife sharp pain,
So many fears, so much confusion, your thoughts you can’t contain?
Have you ever wondered why the obstacles always seem so high
And your desperate pleas for help remain unanswered cries?
Or, that the world does not understand and you can find no peace within,
and looked around it desperation for someone to truly call a friend?
Have you every felt completely alone in the anguish that you face
And brought your problems once again to an old familiar place?
Did you ever feel so worthless and know you could only fail, and
Felt that if someone had faith in you, what a difference that would tell.
You take three steps forward, but then you see to fall back four
As your find more and more locks on those old familiar doors.
Have you view your life from where it crashed, the bottom pit of hell
Consumed with grief at where you are, you make promises , you cry, you wail.
You view your life in ashes and wonder why it burned,
desperately reaching toward others and found their backs were turned.
All you want is a another chance, help me one more time!
As loved one sadly shake their head no as they decline.
How can they do this to me, you sob, I need their help so much.
I’m not strong enough to stand alone, I need them for a crutch.
But, no one is longer willing to pick you up and carry you along
So, what do you do, where do you turn , you know you aren’t that strong.
When all the second chances are used up and there is no place else to turn
It is then, my friend lessons must be learned.
No one can tell you what to do, no one ever could
No one to say, I’ll help you or this is what your should.
Your choices in life have brought you where you are today
And the luxury of self pity won’t make it go away.
You and you alone must decide if you want to be where you are again,
Yes or no, either way this is where you must begin.
You either choose a different path or fall back on familiar ground
The choice is yours, do you want to turn it around?
You cry out once again for someone’s helping hand,
You beg, as you plea with them to understand.
Again, you bring your problems to their door
There you drop, you pile, you store
But, you must realize, my friend, they have heard it all before.
To the point, They just can not listen anymore.
So then, the anger comes, how could they no longer care?
In truth, perhaps your choices is more than they can bear.
Or perhaps, callous ears no longer hear.
Copyright © W. D. Thomas | Year Posted 2012
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W. D. Thomas Poem
I’m Free To Fly
No ifs. No ands, No buts. No whys.
No laughter. No tears. No hellos or goodbyes
Peace has been made with the regrets of the past.
With a sigh of relief, I’ve made it at last.
I know where I’m going and where I have been.
No more questions a new life to begin.
No ifs. No ands. No buts. No whys.
With burdens laid down, I’m free to fly
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W. D. Thomas Poem
I’ll Pretend
Just for today, today, I’m going to pretend.
I’m holding my child, as I did way back then.
When magic band aids and Momma kisses could cure all the ails
And that my child knew nothing of needles or pills.
Today, I’ll rock you to sleep in my arms
Kiss you goodnight and protect you from harms.
Just for today, I’ll play a game of pretend
As we did together, way back when.
Tomorrow, I will cry, I’ll sob, I’ll rave.
As I always do when I visit your grave.
But, just for today, today, I’m going to pretend
You are safe in my arms, as you were back then.
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W. D. Thomas Poem
Listen
Listen to what I am saying,
Take to heart every word.
You need to hear what I’m saying
And not what you think you heard.
It isn’t that, I can’t take this anymore.
I’m strong, I know I could.
But, I had to listen to the answer
When I ask me if I should.
Choices made through a lifetimes,
Be they right or wrong,
Need to be considered carefully
They are the ones you’ll always own.
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W. D. Thomas Poem
Being Human
The term “I’m only human”
Is often over used.
It is something to be proud of
Never an excuse.
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W. D. Thomas Poem
The Ifs of Life
Daddy always used to say:
Ifs are like the tower of Babylon,
They can’t get you anywhere.
Only by the facts of a life can one get
From here to there.
A verse from my poem, “Daddy Always Used To Say.”
Copyright © W. D. Thomas | Year Posted 2012
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