A Prayer Unanswered Poem by Jeff Bresee

Waking I find another chill encrusted day awaits me,
where I shall walk alone in step of time,
to the blighted rhythm of what must be
and the looming shadows of what might have been.

My only solace comes of looking back upon
the horizon of memories past, where the fluxing tapestry
of life and chance carried you soft and safe into my arms.

Where I held you, and you held me, and for a time…
no wind of change could bear us sway.

But somehow… some dreadful way how,
my eyes left the beauty of yours,
my arms reached out for ambitions
of pointless return, and in deafened silence
you slipped from me… for I held you not.

So now, I am left to search across
the rolling linen waves of life and consequence.
Holding hope that fate will grant me pardon
and bring you to me once again.
But I age in waiting.
I tire of hoping.
I stammer in broken steps for each night
your vigil kept brings me aside my bed
to utter yet again…
a prayer unanswered.