PSRNA
I would to write of things gone by
And wish that I had not lived
To bring about despair in those I loved
and love yet still.
But pen and ink cannot expose
An anguish that is inward borne
Nor tongue nor deed uplift the pain
in other lives.
Looking down upon the corpse
Of marriage which for long had bled
Co-joined in faith then torn asunder
our oaths ignored.
Though outward heal the wounds of old
The scars lie still in mind and soul
Far from those days I deeply long
a healing touch to give.
The day’s long gone, and noxious night
When sleep forever casts its cape
And covers flesh that did such harm
to those I loved and love yet still.
Jb October 5th.2015
a good one your first at PH.. welcome, John.. and keep on posting
Fabrizio I appreciate your kind remarks. I guess the first one is always the hardest to publish. I will try again.Thank you. John
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have a great style, John. Keep posting