BlindA Poem by Alan Mark Maynes
I heard a woman crying
I heard the chapel bells In this place of worship Where everything seems well I asked her what was wrong But she didn't have the strength to tell She cried a river A river of hell There was pain exposed on her frown As she sat in silence I knew someone had struck her down I could see the tinge of black and blue I know in my heart Those bruises were not new I looked into her eyes And seen a distant past I knew her pain and struggle Must have been incredibly vast I wondered if comforting words of wisdom Would even bring upon a smile She suddenly recognized me Even though it had took awhile I realized it should've been me Sitting in her place Asking forgiveness for myself For causing all this discgrace How could I have been so blind, That I couldn't see The evil entity that lurked inside of me I sat down beside her And thought how our lifes could change I knew if it started in my heart Love would be in range I found her hand lying in my hand She was no longer the woman crying Staring at her wedding band Our broken feelings Would come to mend With gods grace Our love would forever transcend © 2013 Alan Mark Maynes |
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Added on March 13, 2013 Last Updated on March 13, 2013 AuthorAlan Mark MaynesDenver , COAboutMaynes I take the name And the blood to keep Our ancestors nature Would never sleep Our lifeline Would never reap The distinct cycles Of our life to peak The grateful gift From our.. more..Writing
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