Gordon D Wilkinson Poems

What is the true measure of love?
Touch of skin against skin
Laying together as one
The millimetre between bodies embracing
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In the prison cell of my mind
Keys to unlock the door I cannot find
Here laying immobile with no reprieve
Watching my wife, my lover grieve
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I can feel the sound of your heart
Pounding so loud and strong
Feel your warmth
Know your pain
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Of fantasy we dream as mothers’ grieve
Drowning in their own private world
Enclosed under the cloisters of what has gone
A life so precious torn from her bosom by passing time
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Sitting deep in thought wishing I could fly
Imaginations wings unfurled
Invisible taut gossamer thoughts
Sent soaring into wonderments grip
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You know it is true
No matter which way things are twisted
Making up excuses
Trying to justify other words
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How incredibly painful this is
Wanting to cough and not wanting to
Knowing coughing will only bring back the pain
Fighting for breath
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Deep inside I know how I feel
Keeping the feelings covered is more difficult
Afraid to expose to anyone
Rejection is the problem
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Light tears of happiness’s glow
Twinkling sparkling eye
Full of pure delight
Streaming rivers profusely flow
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