Final Verse
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Final Verse
Euphoria forgone
and lost forever
in timeless time
where basic bears
the name of love
forgotten and forsaken
before god immortal and
masters speaking
the wisdom of time
indestructible to unhearing
ears and ears hearing.
A soul cries out in pain
to watch his seraph entangled
in pain and hurt while
all the while knowing
that her happiness
lies with him - gentle
wise and knowing -
tender tales told
by one, longing
for a brief moment
in time where
hearts embrace and
truth be known,
damn convention and
past painful history
experience.
A mind wise and
certain of one thing.
His angel in the cloud
of another who,
try though he might
sets his path and destiny
elsewhere.
A lonely night
amid dreams of dreams
unfulfilled and lost.
Where is destiny now?
She hath forsaken me
like Christ on the cross
bearing the weight of
the world who unknowingly
forsakes his gift of unrequited
love and affection.
A final plea goes
out to the world -
if thou art happy
and content, then why
does thou covet thy
pain which, easily shared
may be halved
by the one with
whom understanding
and wisdom lies -
awaiting only the gentlest touch
of angelic grace?
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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.