The World Moves On-Poem

“The World Moves On”

I’ve got so much pain
To flush from my soul
Indignation, self hatred
Angels they stole
Lifes blood removal
Now beyond my control

The world moves on what is my role

Rehashing the steps
That led up to the past
Confusion, denial
All happened too fast
Rearranging my thoughts
To unborn contrast

The world moves on, I reign in last

Sweet faces and hearts
The love given all mine
Trusting kiddos in place
How the sun did shine
Trials, tribulations
May have smoothed out fine

The world moves on, proof my decline

Final induction
Into family this day
They are theirs completely
To secret away
Dstance traveled each mile
My hopes decay

The world moves on, bleeding will stay

My soul flushes dark
It remains in my heart
My angels are gone
Due to my doubting part
Past mending or fixing
It’s too late to start

The world moves on, forever apart

A Fresh Wound Is My Heart-Poem

“A Fresh Wound Is My Heart”

A fresh wound is my heart
A dark void is my soul
To love so deeply minus control
An abrupt ending to a cherished role

A fresh wound is my heart
Emptiness of all space
To caress, kiss an angelic face
Withheld from my grasp every last trace

A fresh wound is my heart
With the absence of care
I’m needing, missing, wanting to share
Without touch, sound or sight you aren’t there
A fresh wound is my heart
To just have and to hold
Return of love gone, precious as gold
Once warmth of my spirit, hardened-cold

A fresh wound is my heart
Ever the tiniest thing
Tears, loss, pain, such sadness they bring
Reminds me of loves genuine being

Afresh wound is my heart
You are off on your own
Miss you immensely, feel all alone
Bleak nothingness and vacancy have grown

A fresh wound is my soul
I want you back with me
I offered you up, it will never be
Love your face in my dreams, you and me

A Sad Poem (about an old love)

Ode To Billy

A decent man in this world alone
Drifting, dreaming about going home
Disappeared years ago down the road
Mental illness, carried heavy load

Wandering daily from town to state
A handyman for hunger to slate
This man in its grip, the devils brew
Loveless traveler, no goals, no clue

Well trodden shoes worn to a shred
Shabby garments hanging like lead
No coat, no bag, had nothing left
His numbed out mind wholly bereft

An upstanding man once, clean shaven
Matted hair and beard, no offered haven
To hunger and thirst in this sad way
Calculated risk leaving that day

Won’t acknowledge failure, too damn proud
Never to return he boldly vowed
His people, his love, no mail, no call
Family wondering if he lived at all

Lifes loneliest soul filled with self hate
Reshaping existence, now too late
Loved ones lost an incredible man
Need to pray and move on if they can