My DearestA Poem by Tim ButcherOn the eve of an amber sunrise I set a foot forward into darkness An unknown path for my new life I leave, back turned, away from familiar bliss This is my choice, one of mine own fate I built upon this path, I faced many obstacles and difficulties But I knew life’s only the first draft There is no rerun, only this originally Forward, in wealth and struggles on this path My Dearest, I never once forgot you Our bond forged from adversity No matter what, we pulled through Even as I left for another city My heart never left that place My Dearest, through the hardest times Through times that tested values and beliefs Even with the mountain I’d yet to climb, I held you close to my heart, my will increase My determination beyond measures I left the place I knew To know that the choices I make To know that myself alone pulled through No matter how my heart ache I held you closest to my heart My Dearest, I harbor no ill will Only despair and betrayal In my time away, time stood still I felt decades had passed away But even so, this pain inflicted is so close Closer to my heart than anything else before My Dearest, what changed you? I was the closest to your side Yet was that bond cut so easily through? I left, but still I chose to abide But still, I grappled to that place I left My Dearest, here I lay my heart In what might be cryptic, and foreign But this is true for the thrown dart The crippling betrayal I am now in I pushed through the days relentlessly To show myself and to let you see Where I could go, and how far I could reach But even so, that dearest bond was breached I lay beside that thrown dart And ask, “What changed?” The dart says with a sigh, “The distance that which she threw me” I’ve jumped oceans, and traveled the darkest places for you I’ve pushed onward through the storm that relented,
unyielding I’ve persevered to write in this first draft, the one only
original But still, not even a puddle has been crossed for me I’ve counted the stars to keep my patience I’ve memorized road maps to distract my attention I’ve befriended countless to stow away my heart But still, the dagger plunged deeper than I’d thought I’ve turned away from ideas and paths I’ve run away to realize my true self I’ve endured countless battles But still, not one cut on your arm is for me Words are pretty, as are lies I’ve reached out, but with nil response many times I felt feelings beyond measure, But still, it all stemmed from deception The strings of fate had wound us together Binding us into an alloy stronger than steel But even so, you chose to rust But even so, this forged bond turned to dust I’ve always known I’d been a puppet With strings attached, I knew the glisten of them I’ve always known the deceptions With beauty attached, I knew all along But I chose to stay, I chose to not walk away My Dearest, though I had been shackled in chains I left it be, for possibly all eternity Because My Dearest, I loved you like no other But eventually, I will walk away Eventually, the strings will be cut Eventually, the draft will keep on going And I fear where you may be then But My Dearest, you’ll do fine After all, this is your long due fine © 2016 Tim Butcher |
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Added on February 15, 2016 Last Updated on February 15, 2016 AuthorTim ButcherUTAboutI am just a writer like any other, only with the aspiration to make it a living. I hope to see this aspiration come to fruition in the next few years. And I'd be glad for it. That aside, I look for.. more..Writing
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