From Under The Table.

Written by jes_da_man:
Wednesday, August 6, 2003 - 3:49:10 PM.

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There once was a guy
Who used what talent he had,
And what he wrote about
Really wasn't that bad.

He wrote poems of love.
For that's all that he knew.
And to tell you the truth,
There's been quite a few.

When he was young,
He searched for a mate,
And he would express it
In poems he'd create.

As time went by,
He formed real friendships,
And some of these even
Became intimate relationships.

His love and devotion,
He gave without reservation,
And the commitments he made,
Were made with no hesitation.

And during these times,
He was filled with resolve.
But for some reason or another,
Each relationship seemed to dissolve.

He was hurt countless times.
But he would not give in
To the tears and the scars
From the pain within.

He grew to be a man,
And he learned along the way,
That of the people in his life,
Some would go and some would stay.

His heart would ache
When someone he loved did part,
And he started to build walls
Around his love tattered heart.

Then one fine morning
He thought he had found
What he had searched for
And it turned him around.

The walls he had built
Just seemed to melt away,
And joy once more consumed him
Day after wondrous day.

He felt it was true love.
So he gave it his all.
Until the day he was deceived,
And once more he did fall.

He could not imagine
That a pain so great
Would ever be inflicted
By his so called soul mate.

He felt he could not go on.
For all hopes were diminished,
And with love, he swore
He was forever finished.

And what love he had left,
Which was true and great,
Was slowly replaced
By nothing but hate.

He drown in self pity,
And lost all self esteem.
He wallowed in his misery.
For he had lost his dream.

He lost pride in himself,
And felt life was worthless.
He just wanted to parish.
For he felt living was useless.

He ultimately lost faith in God,
And went into depression.
He crawled into a shell.
For he had lost all inspiration.

He was like a child,
Or a easily scared pet,
who hides under furniture
As a safety net.

But through it all,
He'll never understand
Why he still reached out
For a helping hand.

And In all his confusion,
He looked for a way out.
For he knew he needed love.
Of this there was no doubt.

And then one day,
When it was least expected,
He met someone special
That he cherished and respected.

She gave him courage,
And a reason to live.
She showed him once more
How from his heart to give.

With the things she did,
And the things she said,
There was a rebirth
In his heart and his head.

And now he thanks God
That someone was still able
To pull him out
From under the table.