A grieving soul speaks

A grieving soul speaks

Its words painfully penned, a stark reality has set in. Reflecting about a special anticipated event, and, then, experiencing hearts broken, and, rent.

The writer pours out his unconcern of rhyme or prose, it has no place in his laying out of his emotions, line by line. He is very down on himself, wishing that things could be just placed on a shelf or in a nook, like an over read book.

He pauses for a big chest sigh; his heart reminisces of the happy days that have gone by. As he counts his blessings, many tears fill his eyes. A clap of thunder causes him to wonder, am I that same man who loved you as a teen, or did something blind me, and, make me mean?

The truth is that my love for you is very strong, it rules my soul, it will last, even to when we are old and gray, our kids will have much laughter on that day.

Suddenly, a bold strong wind fills the sails of your soul, in much exuberance you cry out; Love never fails! Like a transfusion, it floods your veins, rushes onward to the brain, then, from your mouth comes a sweet refrain; I will love you forever, and, leave you never!

*Dedicated to my dear friend Ben Pickard and his family

Author Ken
August 26, 2018