Tag: Poetry

Sometimes…

Sometimes the dark becomes too deep
I seek the light you held in sleep
Down by the shore where willows weep
While waves lapped gently at your feet

Sometimes the dark becomes too deep
I miss the times our eyes would meet
The holding hands in busy streets
Stopping so our lips could speak

Sometimes the dark becomes too deep
In memories I cannot sleep
Tormented by the past I keep
And in the emptiness I weep.

To trust a man I’ve never met

I trust a man I’ve never met
To put a razor to my neck.
There with his blade to take great care
As trimming every little hair
He tries to make me someone new;
A lot like one who once you knew.

‘Fore I abandoned self respect
I’d daily trim and keep in check
But since that fall my will is gone,
The hair upon my face grows long.
Untidy and unkempt they say;
What reason do I have to change?

The years they pass and slip away,
I live in memories and pain,
Self loathing grows like mental rust,
I have to learn again to trust,
Yet cannot bring myself to do
The same, with anyone since you.

I sit here staring at a face
Which once in photographs I traced:
The ones in which our lips would meet
As there we stood upon the street.
Back then I was a different man
Now he is gone and so his plans.

This clinging to what was won’t aid
Nor should I dwell in doleful shade
For only in this moment now
Is found the why, the where, the how,
The reason that I let him hold
A blade which shall remove the old.