Dam Waters… Poem by Mark Heathcote

O I can see in your eyes this humility
Disaffected, blinking, blindly, back
a deep disappointed, disappointment:
together through tears, they're both
looking at me; looking right through
what they once saw as me being true!
they're like grey-living marbles of ice
now that I've cheated on you

O I tremble in humility—when I look
at you; but how true are my wounds
when I compare the cuts I left you.
O the dam waters they're still holding-fast
but they're now being to breakthrough
as the hunger for your love
is garnished with hate and peppered
with this malaise of what we have lost
together that may never have been true!
worth the effort to save

O I can see it in your eyes my humility
O as I tremble in humility—when I look
when I look
at you: but how true are my wounds
when I compare these cuts I left you.
O the dam waters they're still holding fast
but now they're being to breakthrough
as the hunger for your love
is garnished with hate and peppered
with this thorny malaise of what we have lost
that may never have been true!
worth the effort to save
I still have to say, I have and did love you!