Forsworn and ravaged
your heart among the masses
of the ones within your past.
You clothe yourself in false talents
to hide from me
but alas,
I witness your pain and
pull apart the many webs
containing you within.
I weep as I see your suffrage
and reach for your soul
drenched in sin.
It cannot be known
these trials you inflict
on your own life.
They will never know
who you truly are
as you fastidiously
plant your strife.
The loving arms that find you
fall fast from your warmth and
perfected pretense.
For you it is momentary comfort
until your cursed heart’s defense.
You leave yourself forever closed
to the possibilities of finding home.
A single tear I shed for you
as your world was once my own.
Copyright ©: Margaret Marie Hubbard
End of the poem
15 random poems
- She Looks by Mac McGovern
- Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought by William Shakespeare
- Mine Sweepers by Rudyard Kipling
- Untitled XXV by Yunus Emre
- A Song In Passing by Yvor Winters
- The Labour by Mousumi Guha Roy
- House For Sale by Vinita Agrawal
- In the Valley of Cauteretz poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- The Merry Guide poem – A. E. Housman
- All In a Family Way by Thomas Moore
- Вера Звягинцева – На смерть Есенина
- Илона Грошева – Ира
- Awake by Sara Herlihy
- A Song by Robert Creeley
- Владимир Маяковский – Октябрьский марш
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
