Spirit of my Heart
To the humble spirit of my heart,
countless passages of lamented hurt,
shine above the past to make a new start,
clear the vessels and make a fresh spurt,
Shadows in the mind often linger,
decadent worries of the past,
still you show that accusatory finger,
spectre of jealousies always cast,
Mind and feelings twisted in turmoil,
serenity and peace need to abound,
dragging the past and excuses for your foil,
having to bury myself so as not to be found,
One cannot control what you cannot see,
I have no ill feelings of what has gone,
still the shadows of past pester me,
regrets a few but mostly have none,
Is ones soul crushed and deflated,
pounded by bitterness left to despair,
only my demise would make you elated,
but the spirit of my heart has given me air.
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Posted: Jun 2014
About this poem:
Again the spectres of my past surface aiming to disrupt the harmony I now long for. So tired of being hunted, blamed, accused, I am me I cannot be anything else I have opened up my past for all to see in my Life Parts 1 & 2, the ones who hunt and cajole hide behind false photographs do you not Dennis243 and all the others..such insecurity and jealous bitterness lives in you.
Comments (5)
so go on proof i am your wife because you never will because i am not her and i dont even know and as for your past surface blamed, accused if you dint do the crime then you wouldn't have done the time
Let's pray for him and those whose heart are lacking compassion.
We pray Steve and dearly loved friend Marikia, I love you.
so stedan make me think the reason why you keep on accusing other people being his wife is 6 feet under comes to mind where is his wife is she still alive as no one has spoken to her
so did he kill her as any of you thought about this
dead or alive
i also have the right to express myself once a women better always a women better