The Hammer
Your love could be like a metal hammer
White hot steel if you cared to pour it out
Or cold steel drawn through the sands of your doubt
Maybe the driving force that splits us apart
Or maybe pulls nails of pain from my heart
It could build a home of love
Or shatter a house of glass
With strength, it could knock your locked door open
Or it could break my yearning heart open
It could peen the shape of a ring
Or smash what was a loving thing
You learned to wield it like a craftsman’s tool
And hammered me into your lonesome fool.
Now as I lie here bone-cold and alone
They wonder at the hammer on my stone
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Author:
MendedFences27 (
Offline) - Published: April 24th, 2022 19:37
- Category: Reflection
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- User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments2
That's one hell of a hammer you refer to Phil, smashed it so ya did sir .. and so good to see you back here my friend .. hope you are armed to the teeth ............. Neville
Thank you, Neville. First write in a while, hoping for more to come. Thanks again.
Me too sir n truly ... N
'You learned to wield it like a craftsman’s tool'..
it amazes me, that there is
such innate - difference levels
and the sheer unfairness
morbid, reality of it all..
while I trip, to keep up
with my all-encompassing
firestorm emotions
that love, inevitably
invades my life with
as I remain, trying
to tiptoe, my timid rope walk
in our supposedly, mutually
reciprocated, relationship
the person, across the table
of our emotional sea
is so calm, calculated and
methodical
in keeping themselves, capable
of breaking free
at the slightest of whim or inkling..
just
so unfair, the level of difference
in our callousness of heart..
(clearly, a write
I related to, at such an intimate
level
thank you! for choosing to share, dear Poet)
Thank you LB for your generous words. Glad you could relate. Thanks for the FAV as well.
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