I am goneA Poem by Herman MartinWhen love ends, life ends
I saw her for the first time
and I saw a perfect woman I was shy but I spoke She listened and we talked more I saw her again and again I helped her when she needed it I listened to her stories I offered a shoulder when she cried I stayed by her side when she was ill and held her hand when she was in pain Each day my love for her grew I wanted to tell her but I was afraid She came to me when she had news She had found the man for her He was tough and rough He lived in the mountains She was to go to live with him She asked why I was angry She could not see what I was She could not see the love I had for her Once she called me a wimp because I believed in peace not war She said I would never fight She said I was a coward I told her I believed in romance I told her I would always love her I told her my love would never end All those things I did for her All those times I cared And she never wanted me She only used me Well, Go on Go to your perfect man Go where it never gets warm Go away from me But when his hands give you scars when his voice grates your ears When he no longer needs you Then come and search for me But I will not be here I have taken my broken heart And have taken solace in the darkness of the grave
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Added on April 28, 2017 Last Updated on April 28, 2017 AuthorHerman MartinCedar Falls, IAAbouta young 60 male who grew up in the 60s and is willing to write about that era if I could just remember what happened. I write what I think, what I see, and what I feel. If you don't like what I write .. more..Writing
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