I cannot see your purpose,
I cannot know what you have vowed;
I feel miles away, somehow
try over and over, still cannot conceive
why you continue this way.
I cannot see love before me,
no continuity nor grievances relieved.
I could maybe touch something real
but the price is so much more than I can pay.
What we have been told so many times about time
is a foolish lie, bells that never actually ring;
more likely time quietly, gradually resigns
without healing one single thing.
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Author:
Dan Williams (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Or more correctly lost love, favorite subject.
- Category: Love
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Comments4
Quite possibly the most written about subject since time began to be counted .. I feel sure I know where you are coming from .. Neville 👍
I must agree. Having choked reading through the first half. Letting out the truth let’s me breathe again 👍🏻
Something i feel has touched us all at some time, enjoyed the read
Here I hear the frustration and hopelessness of a situation. This is a poem of darkness. Nicely written, it conveys its feeling well.
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