Hurt Of Love Poem by Bill Smith

grains of sand run through my hand like chances missed by rage
blown on the wind to distant shores i turn another page
i grasp at straws with foolish hope while dreaming of loves glow
and fight my way against the tide absorbing every blow
conversations in my head speak words i'll never say
the seasons change the skies turn blue from a winters grey
cotton bud clouds float overhead leaving pictures in my mind
endlessly i search for answers i know i cannot find
the whys the wheres the ifs and buts the questions pile to height
confusion reigns within my head while sorting black from white
pulled from pillar to proverbial post a ship tossed by the storm
safe harbour sought to ease the pain calm water summer warm
stitches dropped from needles click leave defects plain to see
the compass points to inner self to find the real me
fond memories spring to mind happiness to sad
forward roll land on the matt stand up that little lad
the one who smiled his way through life ner' a care or worry
hark back to those golden times before the hurry hurry
when going to bed was not release nor respite from the dreary
and waking up was utter joy not looking through eyes bleary
those days are gone and far away locked in the mist of time
left drifting aimless in a life no reason and no rhyme
soon all will come and all will come to pass
when i shall walk fresh fields and tread upon new grass
no tear will fall no hurt will show no one will know or see
that in the past the hurt of love stole a piece of me

(2005)