You could have been whatever I yearned
But the words were never cared
I fell short in so many ways
Countless crosses I must bear
Inside I hold you as a child
Although you are now a man
Have you ever looked over your shoulder?
Contemplated about who I am?
You see I never felt quite real
As I searched to find my place
My heart was never the question
It was my own morality I could never embrace
It felt as though I was ebbing away
Every day was another disregarded chance,
To find out how I got to this place
I was lost in consequence
Funny how time and space can clarify
Shake the reason from the tree
To replay a relationship, long lost
Explain my side of things
What would you say to pain?
The questions spilling from your lips
Could I anticipate the years delayed?
Justify why I left
So where in life do you reside?
What passions bring a gleam?
These conversations we’ve often have
Somewhere cast beside my dreams
Oh, only if you could tender pardons
Wear these damaged shoes
Oh, if God could recognize
Release me from this self-abuse
Let my failings be the lesson
A soiled inheritance in legacy
Let the past stand for what it is
We all disappoint to some degree
Your replies are just out of reach
For now it’s my mind that identifies
Someday I will know your sense
Satisfy what signifies
A very touching heartfelt poem Pablo, we all make mistakes because we are human, 10 Lynda xx
deep and heartfelt, leaves an indelible imprint of your sensitivity
Such a poignant composition...so touching piece...Thanks for sharing..10
There is a lot of deep thinking going on here. None of us is perfect and your sensitivity bursts through. Excellent poetic work! Karin Anderson
This poem was perfect. I disagree strongly with Denis Martindale's critique. It had great meter, and a great message which was delivered with awesome imagery. One does not paint over a Van Gogh or a Picasso, just because, that one individual wishes to ignore it's true meaning, or obviously wishes to not understand the artist's artistic brilliance, because of their own selfish habits of style. Great write-keep it up. God bless all artists-MJG.
This poem goes right to the heart, sad and well written. Kathleen
avery heartfelt write fullof inner questions...lovely write
Painted with the ink of pain on the canvass of disappointment and mortality. Sad but supremely significant.
If I read poetry that doesn't create a pattern to follow, the words jar. So this poetry is awkward. Put those comments to one side and study the meanings rather than the expected poetic patterns and I believe the reader gets the verbal understandings of what we say when we say we're sorry. Words don't come easily and we struggle to put across the pain that's still inside. This pain actually prevents us from voicing our wants and our needs. So this writing represents someone in pain who can't get this to flow as smooth as silk. The writer doesn't do this. The writer goes back to the words and edits them into phrases that flow. I would like to read edited versions that actually used rhymes and that had a regulated set of syllables per line or rhyme sequence eg 8,6,8,6 verses. Publishers like conventional style, so it doesn't hurt to follow their guidelines to create something more likely to be published in anthologies. Expressing oneself in phrases that lack style will lower the effectiveness of the work. There are some good foundations for the theme, so revisit the key phrases and fit rhymes and create a more powerful piece of poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The shadow of deep regret falls arcoss every line of this powerfully written poem. You are a very fine wordsmith. Take care. Warm regards, Sandra