Victim of Love

With the silent grace of a midnight shadow
Fallen somewhere between wake and dream
This emotionally bankrupt victim of love
Will never be as far away as he seems

As I take my place lying in the dirt
My bones take on the form of dust
Stolen were mine eyes for the last time
And it was all in the name of trust

Diluted by shame was her love
Never to return again
This dying tree bares no fruit
Embracing roots become my friend

If I rise on the wings of this morning dawn
To settle upon a distant shore
I will find a new level of obedience
Where holy anticipation will bring me more

The rhythm of a life is directed
By the beating of the spirit inside
That is where you'll find sanctuary
And from truths you can never hide

Listening with intent for a message from the stars
Silenced now is the noise of my internal space
He speaks of mercy as a priceless gift
Soft acceptance becomes a blossom of grace

Yet these eyes will never gaze into the face of joy
Soon the world will forget that I came
When the endless night reclaims my soul
And my own house will not know my name

Reviews

[Kibbles and Quips]

Very good, my friend! There are poems like "Lighght" by Aram Saroyan that are meant to be studied like a painting on the wall whose enjoyment can be lost in the pursuit for its meaning, and then there are poems like this whose meaning does not hide but invites and welcomes you to explore yourself along with it, whose consonants and vowels are cradling waves carrying you down from top to bottom of the page.

Always a pleasure, man. Thanks for writing and thank you for sharing.

Edit: Forgot to be a little specific. Again, you have a great way of wrapping up a poem,

"When the endless night reclaims my soul
And my own house will not know my name"

These are great lines to wrap up the poem but not necessarily in a clean cut and shut manner. It allows the reader to sit back and reflect on what they just read. It was another moment where I somewhat chuckled.

[aLittlePain]

Wow! Stunning you have such a way with words that captivate. The content is so meaningful so full that I became very moved by it all. So much elegant truth. I loved the last three stanzas. R xo

[Mr. Lopez]

Thank you Ray, this is an older poem and yet, as many times as I've read it I too become a bit emotional because it takes me back to the day I wrote it. And yet, every word still holds true. The metaphors are symbolic of real life chapters in my life. Thank you for recognizing the power of these emotions.

[aLittlePain]

You've conveyed them so well, it was a pleasure to read.

[Coyote Poetry]

Strong and honest words dear friend.
"The rhythm of a life is directed
By the beating of the spirit inside
That is where you'll find sanctuary
And from truths you can never hide "
Life is a teacher. Bad and good days teach us what is worthwhile or not. I believe we need a place of sanctuary where we can be ourselves. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Lorry]

This is beautifully written, summed up perfectly by the lines "The rhythm of a life is directed
By the beating of the spirit inside."

[Mr. Lopez]

Hey thanks Nemo, I dug deep for this one. I appreciate you reading.

[Lorry]

You are very welcome my friend.

[Thegingerninja]

This is absolutey beautiful, I found myself very emotional. the content as well as the fow was very nice!

[Mr. Lopez]

On the surface I may appear gruff but on the inside I'm a sentimental softy. Thanks for your review I'm glad that you felt a little of what it took to produce this one.