Seems I Am Lost To The Icon Of The Past. Broken!

If numbed I would have seen the fact of the matter,

but yet I will not stroll down that path of pother;

I am lost in my unequivocal  tatter.

A gaze set loose to this confessional bother,

leaving me true to these feeling that I father;

like a child they seem to be conceived by the sound

of your laughter, and weaned by your image around.    

However, absent love of your heart, I extol

each time your presence is near; seeking to unbound  

the desolate despair of regaining my soul,

to be free is not what I seek, but unbroken,

unlike constant truths to words you have spoken.

 

I long for when we flew, wings akin to a dove,

conjoined together through mortality with love.

 

 

2011 © T.G. Hopkins III

 

Shackles 'pon my weary heart Award

Reviews

[The Old Ashes]

This was incredibly deep Tommy. I read it the first time, and felt empowered to read it again.
I have read it three times since I opened it and get a more powerful feeling each time I do.
The rhymes were excellent, flow was amazing,
depth was great....
I honestly have nothing negative to say about this write.
I am a sucker for good endings
and that ending about flying.. the way you defined love
Beautiful Tommy.
This is going on my Favorites shelf.

[The Analog Kid]

I really dig the way it is like stream-of-consciousness with a rhyme all the way through. Very deliberate. Kudos, brother!

[Emily B]

seams and joinings and memories . . . I like the way you tie it all together :)

[Tate Morgan]

Oh the differences between love and hate

[Through the Gateway]

A nicely written lament, Tommy. The flow was very well done.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Wow. This is one powerful poem. It really got to the heart of the matter,
and my heart as a matter of fact. I love the dominant tone you took.