Poetry: Beyond the Lines
Beyond the lines of these words he pens
Beyond the lines of where he stands
My heart drowns of fear impends
Should his soul be lying in the sands
When promises are promises fore-broken
A step from the threshold is a step unreturned
When each word is one more breath stolen
And each letter a one-more-hope possibly fallen
The hero he speaks of, a foe or friend
Beyond the lines, at times not one understands
Who's the bloody hand or the helping hand
How's he gonna know when he's behind the lines?
But I see the sun beyond the lines
Whatever march the comrades are assigned
For bad or worse it opens your mind
It's then you really see what you still have behind
Every song he sends I hope he's nearing me
That lesser fears would taint the melody
But if he goes beyond the lines he sends me
I know that he's finally truly free
January 17, 2016
© 2016 Carmen Beth
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