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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #1359977
A poem on the nature of love lost and loneliness.
"And Then The Rain"


Loneliness; a flower dying in the desert, a ship without a shore, the bitterness of a life misspent, of youthful dreams; nevermore. Idle ruminations and failures left unsaid, friends come and gone; dead roses in a flowerbed. Memories, they fade, drowned in a river of time. Midnight in a forest primeval, shadows of days left behind.

My breath flows out, I pull it back in. I'm just a biological machine. No more, no less; perhaps that's all I've ever been. Yet in this darkest hour, with every moment ticking towards despair, something happened, something came, something wonderful in the air.

She comes like the Sun, golden tresses with hints of forest brown. She comes with emerald eyes and laughter all around. She comes with the freshness and the promise of a day in early Spring. She puts all my fears to rest, she becomes my everything. And oh, if time could just standstill, better yet, rewind upon Itself, I'd spend every moment with her, never needing anyone else.

And then the change, a slight chill in the air, little signs of distance, Summer ending on our love affair. And then the Fall, from heights only a fool would dare. But it takes a fool to learn that love isn't love unless it is shared. Harsh bitter Winter, days of discontent, loneliness returns, loves labors lost and spent.

Snow falling on Cedars, birds flying gracefully by. The window my only companion; as day segues to night. This room is my prison, a cell of monochromatic gray. Those pictures that I took, the ones my heart forced me to hide away. Lord spare me this anguish, this bloodied heart refusing to mend; the bane of this too, too, solid flesh, the lack of courage to put it to an end.

Oh this thirst, the tears have drained me dry. My soul is a barren wasteland. I have no more left to cry. Lord please tell me, at least let me know the score. If there's no such thing as true love, then what's forever for? And was I wrong to love so hard, was I a fool to bare my heart? And how do I heal myself, Lord how do I even start?

There came a gentle whisper, and the voice; it eased my dread. It spoke of peace and forgiveness and this is what It said; "Fear not my child. True love will never end. An honest heart can surely break, but I promise you that it can also mend. I know how much you've hungered, I've felt your relentless thirst; but there were souls in greater need; I tended to them first".

"The tree shall be known by its fruit and its harvest will be what it has sowed. This my child is the greatest truth; the one you already know. Then I understood and I knew that I would never be the same. I felt compassion for those who didn't know "and then the rain"; it came.


"A Voice"





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