Many days of many tears.
What are you to do with friend to hold dear?
I remember our time spent each day.
Whether it was out to lunch, or just meeting to pray.
Together, we spoke of many things.
Like what a new life means, and what new love brings.
Now the new Pastor's coming, but I'm afraid of what his wife would do in lust.
So I'm asking you now. How am I to trust?
Now I pace back and forth through invisible smoke.
This fear is so strong, I feel I might choke.
If you think I shouldn't despair,
I guess I'll just have to wait it out in prayer.
Even if I'm afraid, I won't answer in lust.
With the memory of you, I'll find how I am to trust.
- Author: Jasmine Swift (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 27th, 2023 17:05
- Category: Sad
- Views: 7
Comments1
I won’t actually ask but a certain question admittedly briefly crossed my mind.
It's not what you think. This poem is about a friend that moved in February. I'm just picking up the pieces right now, that's why I wrote the poem in the first place.
Rereading with that info in mind the phrasing now is clear and I feel how that event defined a before and after
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