The Once and Forever LostA Poem by George LoveSomething I ran across in my files
The Once and Forever Lost
Two souls lost, shattered and broken
Trust all lost, nowhere to be found
Walls so strong they both now build
Insulating from pain
Hiding from the world
That sore and broken heart.
Two hearts met, this condition sharing
Healing now started but far from complete
Facing fears, how can they overcome?
Are their hearts strong enough to be given again?
Or should the stay hidden
In that dark non-healing abyss?
This is where they stand
One heart broken and healing from within
Scars and sores clearly seen from without
The healing not complete, yet still venturous
So sensitive to pain
As cold upon the teeth.
The other heart broken not willing to heal
Yet longing for comfort, knowing now where to look
Willing to help was the one,
Yet undone by cruel fate
Of pure trust that heart
Struggles harshly against that cruel hate.
Both must heal from inside then out
For if the inner dare not heal
So soon pain might over take once more
And that is what both hearts now fear
That cruel pain of pain might again appear.
Willing to help is the one, yet rejected
As the heart doth not heal from outside at all
No having the strength nor will
The inside might not now, nor ever heal
One needing the other so desperate to feel
The love carried high that all could see.
Caring for one does help heal that outer shell
And caring to love does now move closer to trust
Yet cast aside and watch does he
As she dashes about so carelessly
Flitting from one to another and finds
More hurt that one hear could ever stand.
He pledged his heart to help hers heal,
Yet too late, too late, too late she bleeds
The walls did fall, but upon not the fear
But crash they did upon the heart so dear,
A world of friendship never to know
Drifts she into that dark, deep night.
He carries her now so light and pale
Places her body into his cart
And wipes away one caring tear.
Neath the bright flashes of night
All the night so still, so deafening to ear
Signs now the body to the morticians’ gate.
Should fate acted sooner this life might be
But never can fate be questioned nor life postponed.
Yet harmful deeds by others so scorned
Star crossed their paths would be lovers once
Brought them together as she breathed her last.
But yet that fear still held her fast.
Walls did not cause that heart to fail
Was one so cruel to beak that spirit
What was love the thing to fear?
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16 Reviews Added on February 11, 2009 AuthorGeorge LoveMurfreesboro, TNAboutI am a retired Paramedic with over 20 years of Emergency Medical Services experience. While attending Middle Tennessee State University and Volunteer State College, I majored in Music, English, Preme.. more..Writing
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