Poem Hunter
WL (11/24/1949 / Staten Island, New York)


Words can be as empty
as a cold uncaring heart
a frozen emptiness
lost without feeling
symbolic gestures forthcoming
lost within this void
wondering if those feelings I have
will betray me or leave me in pain
the truth can be so confining
with the illusion of comfort
dear heart do not betray me
I tell you what I feel
some things you hold gently in your hands
can suddenly slip away
you look for reason and you seek to blame
but there is no fault in feelings
with the hope it is temporary
a storm that will soon pass
a heart broken to pieces
the finest crystalline glass
tears that burn a frozen cheek
but love will not melt away
within all reason
hope leads the way
I speak softly in whispered tones
Sweet love grasp and hold it
never let it get away from me

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Parched emotions, Cracked and dry, A silent call Did you get a whispered reply....? Poignant write