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I'm under no legal or spiritual authority
To make any sense to you
I just write poetry
To disassemble any strands of an old love that I once knew
My contemporary words will help me build
A new empire rising from the moist ashes of all those depressing tears I once cried
When you left me standing still at the railway station in Branton Peake
With a soft kiss on my right cheek and murmured a cheap goodbye
I may lose everything inside but like an autumn tree
Which loses its green leaves every year
I'll still stand tall and wait for better days to come when I stop shedding a tear
You see inner power isn't about how much you can handle before you break
When love walks out and leaves your heart swollen and frozen
It's about how you sustain and govern that pain but still manage to grow
After you've been so beautifully turned out
Opened up seductively only to then be insidiously broken
Copyright John Duffy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem