Down by the river beneath the boughs Quietly sitting, contemplating, watching the river flow It is here that your memory intrudes into my mind Reminding me of love lost, your love's last blow
As your memory washes through my mind Burning hot tears drip at my dusty feet Pain and terrible agony tears me apart Oh heart of mine please give your last beat
How can I go on with all that has been My soul has darkened, why did you cheat Slowly the tears wash away the pain No longer do I have to live with your deceit
Tomorrow will be a brand new day Slowly, slowly your memory will fade away
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Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
This is not a reflection of where I am at this point in my life. I am merely letting my mind take me down some dark alleys and feed the beast within with thoughts of loss and pain.
CloudySkyMoreno Valley, California USAMay 19, 2012
Good to hear you are not at this place right now, but very well written and shared here.
OndosSydney, New South Wales AustraliaMay 20, 2012
Steve I am so happpy you are t in such a plight but truly when grief strikes it doesn't have any respect for our vulnerability and self esteem. Yet it is in the same process thst truly creates inside of us that strenght upon which the wealth of courage and character is molded and formed.
There is an awkward feeling of pleasure derived in the sense of lost becaue it caters us to a deeper understanding of who ee truly are. Where pain has passdd there is a positve gai aquired
Thanks for sharing
Yours truly
John and Phyllis
OndosSydney, New South Wales AustraliaMay 20, 2012
sorry for all the typos Steve
Phyllis
AhyraAdelaide, South Australia AustraliaMay 20, 2012
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There is an awkward feeling of pleasure derived in the sense of lost becaue it caters us to a deeper understanding of who ee truly are. Where pain has passdd there is a positve gai aquired
Thanks for sharing
Yours truly
John and Phyllis
Phyllis