Treasure Island

John Hess

(Fayetteville, N.C.)

Through the darkest days

Through the darkest day, past the morning's light;
He stands now alone, to tired to fight.
Tired from fighting, he drops to his knees;
Asking The Lord above, to hear his pleas.

A saint he is not, nor shall he ever be;
A broken man before all, for all to see.
A life at one time, full of love from his bride;
Memories are left, for his love she denies.

His touch not excepted, nor words from the heart;
She made up her mind, and now they're apart.
Her eyes now speak, where words once were;
Good-bye the say, his mind is a blur.

So through the darkest days, past the morning's light;
Beyond the winds calling, far from sight.
He closes his eyes, and draws a deep breath;
Memories cascading, he longs for death.

He stumbles about, deep in his mind;
Looking for comfort, what will he find?
Images glimpsing, fading fast do they;
Soft words of warning, what do they say?

The voices haunting, he knows them so well;
Echoing loudly, like the church's toll bell.
Fear grips him, for soon they will come;
Reminding him of failures, will be sung.

And though he will try, with all his might;
His mind will be beaten, in this endless fight.
So once again, he looks to the sky;
Asking Almighty above, how to say good-bye.

Through the darkest days, past the morning's light;
His world is collapsing, he begins to write.
Feelings of love, and 'tears of sorrow' of pain;
Find its way to paper, like the falling rain.

Hopes and desire, corse through his vein;
As the voices descend, he begins to wane.
Silents he wishes, but deafening they be;
Hands pressed to ears, his mind tries to flee.

'How do I walk, when she was everything to me? '
He looks for the answer, but nothing to see.
'How do I stop loving her, when my soul cries for her? '
Again no answer is waiting, and then there's a stir.

He peers into the darkness, past the morning's light;
Beyond comprehension, he understands his plight.
So upon fallen knee, and his head hung low
He closes his eyes and hears, 'Let her go.'

Submitted: Sunday, May 26, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 06, 2013

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How do you stop loving someone after so many years? Though time has brought us to this impasse, and though she has crushed my heart, how do I stop loving her?

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