John Patrick Robbins
Sad soul broken and lost.
Used so easily abused forgotten.
And tossed.
I recall the man so very few will ever know.
The man behind the words.
A tree amoungst a forrest that still found the
courage to grow.
We both found comfort in that far off place.
They tried to to destroy you.
Pain so easily hidden behind such a gentle face.
We did part in such a bitter way.
Sometimes even the most well intended
love will betray.
I watched you break knowing I was the cause.
Like some doomed love story.
Without a rewind or pause.
You are that one man that does not exist.
A perfect heart.
And though I try to erase your memory
does presist.
I question how could I hurt somone as gentle as you.
But time only increases the mystery.
Of wounds that were old that still bleed new.
I wish only to reach out and tell you why.
But my words become trapped.
As so I fail everytime I try.
And in the park amoungst the memories and singing
birds.
Often I recall that gentle soul.
For i did know the man behind the words
Copyright © Eunice Fowler | Year Posted 2009
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