LA DOULEUR - Poem
Some things are best left unsaid.
It was never my decision
I did not come out of the woods by choice
How I wish I could surrender what isn’t mine
For I have seen the lies that burns within my needing
I have seen peace and known pain
Seen the birth of a son
And lived to see a lover’s final breath
With the silent sound of loneliness
Following me to my bed
As empty glasses and echoes fill my room
I am a writer without any words
A story nobody has ever heard
So seal my cold heart, for its heavy
This dusty sterile land has given all it could yield
And now I have nowhere else to lay my heart
Align my heart, my mind, my body
For I have nowhere to stand, nowhere to hide
A voice without any sound
A treasure map still undiscovered
Left starring at tears on a white blank page
Of letters that I could not have written.
I guess, it’s time I run far way
To a place where love don’t cost a thing
A place where I’d find comfort in my pain
I pray, you all never feel this kind of remorse.
By Richie