Victim of Circumstance

I could tell in few words
how living takes hold, and death curses existence.
I could tell in melody of aching empty.
I can convey feelings,
as sun brings her morning breath,
as star dreams in time –
all this sensed with a word.

but, I cannot change fate,
make sense of where sense is not made
Knowing this, feeling, helpless
in understanding all is how it births and dies for purpose –
I cannot bring the why to front
The sight and senselessness of life stopped short.

even in knowing short lives matter most and touch and pull
with unscathed beauty,
I still can’t tell of how I feel when it seems the sun settled too soon.

Death makes this sacrifice so we live – why I and not you?
This world was not for such innocence.
Does this make the living unworthy of death?

IW

 

 

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As always – IW –

You, Only You

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Poems To Treasure

You still me,
You remind me to breathe,
You are my peace.

You console me,
You wipe away my tears,
You are my calm.

You infuriate me,
You make my anger love,
You are my fire.

You stroke me,
You ignite me with your touch,
You are my desire.

You tease me,
You make me laugh and cry,
You are my everything.

You lift me,
You make me thankful,
You are my world.

You love me,
You make me love you too,
You are my soul, my life, my love.

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