Such beautiful song I had to share.
02 Jun 2015 13 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Beautiful song, father to child, love, Mother to baby, unconditional
02 Jun 2015 12 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: desparation, frustration, Grief, hopeless, relationships gone bad. pain '
The invisible wall
We travel together , but apart
Your distance from me is braking my heart.
Our seats are side by side
Yet as you sit down you build a wall behind which you hide.
We move along together but in our separate ways
In silence we start and end our days .
I set the table with cloth and crockery
Put down the food which we eat ,nothing to say? It is all a mockery.
We are busy avoiding the truth, all the time.
You with your work and I with mine .
When did this all happen were did our love go.
Now there is a huge void between us it is physical I cannot get through it 0r round it, I have tried, you must know.
We disembark together collect our luggage and the car
Then continue the journey , I read as you drive far.
I reach out to touch you I see that flinch
Am I that awful that simple contact makes you wince ?
We look at the scenery and discuss the flight
We talk but we do not communicate, there is no reaching each other, now that is not right.
We book in jointly and walk up the stairs
I draw in the scenery. You pour us a drink we chink glasses, cheers!
I need you to see me, I need to see you.
We must work together, you know that is true.
Brick by brick the wall has to go
But I need your help .You already know.
We walk through the field inches apart
Yet miles of ice caverns separate our hearts.
Sitting on the pier surrounded by sea
I can’t scale the emptiness can you come to me?
We enjoy the sun set and say how gold are it’s last rays ,
We are good at that, joining to give away praise.
I look at you and you avert your eyes
I know you are not with me but with her, another part of me dies.
We need to be honest and work this all out
We still have a chance to turn this about.
Our paths may be different and take us apart
But we need to discover what is left in our hearts.
It may mean we no longer present this united front.
Let take up sledge hammers and smash this wall , lets be blunt.
We are not living in this relationship its true ,
And it is not enough for either of us to continue as we do.
We need to be honest we need to talk ,
It scares the hell out of me and I know you’d rather just walk.
We could face the facts and work out what to do
I have said my piece now it is up to you!
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A poem I wrote in 2011
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