Leave The Forgiven With Love

Feeling you separate from me

 I see that child I once was

standing within arms length of a tattered

battered figure that can now only dream

that it could have danced and played

and frollicked care-free

in wading pools of glee and a kind gentle

voice to call me home

Reaching to rest on the shoulder of that

youngster

my hand falls due to nothing being there

though I see right through him

I see him

smiling at me with reasons unknown

I want him to stay with me but he

does not live here anymore

And when he reaches out his arm

I feel him

not that he tells me everything will be alright

But that he has forgiven me

The tears are accompanied by cries

adult cries that I would not let him release

I was strong with him or so I thought

Whatever pain there was, I caused it

I had to believe that

With a wave of his hand

 forward came all those who interrupted

his growth

Like a shepherd, he takes them to another place

For I know not where

 gone are they as faded phases

Leaving me to see and now dream in the color

  that was meant to be

He did all this for me

 never allowing one to look back at me

Neither did he

Now,

 What do I do?

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. whoa ! ... that's a bazooka ... intense and incredibly poignant ... i am suddenly reminded of my ode to jim morrison ... written when i was in high school ... it started as a potential suicide note but helped me to ... "break on through to the other side" ... i remember it verbatim ...

i can see all my dreams
crumble and fall
with the eyes of my mind
as i lie in a daze
nothing seems to emerge
from this huge black hole
all that i wished to absorb
just happens to graze
past into the distant dawn
of all that i desire
i can sense the ashes
while i am on fire
all that was true
though is now belied
as i break on through
to the other side