- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Silent Tears
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Early in the morn of an ill-fated day,
The moon’s still aloft, while the sun hides away.
She’s patiently waiting for someone to say:
“Everything’s fine, just go home and rest.”
His heart beating fast- a race car on land.
Suddenly he knows he’ll never win.
In the middle of it all she’s still grasping his hand,
Waiting and waiting for God’s everlasting command.
All of a sudden in the twilight of fear,
Drapes a curtain of light; a persuading peer.
Waiting, hoping, crying through a grim year,
The time has arrived for their final good-byes.
It’s for the best everyone proclaims.
No more suffering or constant pain.
Good though it may be it won’t be the same.
Countless plans and dreams shall fade away.
Autumn leaves blowing in the wind,
Showing signs of cold weather and snow-covered grounds.
A fire is devouring though it was not he who had sinned.
Life to death. Joy to grief.
A memory’s forever, one may think that long.
Some remind of fair days, others of glum.
Memories are pictures, shirts, or even a song.
Many a memory is all that’s not gone.
Hold on to memories,
Both divine and tormenting.
Come time they could be keys-
To forgiving, forgetting, and remembering.
- COMMENTS
Syndra Lynnalmost 20 years agowords to release your pain. I like the sentiments here, very passionate. Keep writing it out!
My Erotic Tailalmost 20 years agoI can almost relate to this poem, the passion that pulls and twists like winding roads. Thanks for the passionate words.
