One-Way Street Poem by david lessard

Do you know why it is, that I come here?
To write down words, you may not hear?
To say to you the words I have not said,
To sort things out, in my befuddled head.

To ease the pain, to soothe the mind,
to share with others, peace I cannot find;
to speak the thoughts you did not share,
to find my soul again, to seek its care.

The words you spoke to me,
they were not words of love,
they were barbs of hurt and hate;
We lost whatever love we had,
and said things we never meant,
soon, we lost our treasured mate.

Better this than bitter harvest,
better this, than wounded pride -
we still look the same as always,
but the spark within has died.

I will not walk this road of sadness,
I have joy and happiness to meet;
I will walk the boulevard of gladness,
and not be detoured by a one-way street.