By Tony DeLorger © 2013
Walking the empty, serene blue night,
while dreams inspire and stir the peace,
crisp air biting and breath in clouds,
my thoughts of you, and your icy shroud.
Each step a clatter unto the night,
echo streets in harsh resound,
and you like walls of stone embrace,
the self at risk of loosing face.
How sad the movement of your mind,
so lost within the hurt inside,
and giving heart a worthless fate,
to a soul so bent to emulate.
Those who forced their cold resolve,
upon your life and will,
now victors over your trodden path,
and you to suffer the aftermath.
As I walk bemused under a crystal sky,
so clear with endless cosmos,
I lost the hopes that you could breath,
the warm air of life not make-believe.
But when that hurt aimed at me,
in blame for all your faults,
my heart recoiled and I new from then,
a strangled love I'll not defend.
And so this chill within my bones,
now just condemns the night,
and you my love are far from me,
your icy loveless plight.
I stop beneath a streetlight,
and peer into its heart,
and even in that bluish glow,
a more inviting love is shown.
So cruel I am in thoughts of these,
but in defence I must impart,
when that bite of truth envelopes you,
love was wrong right from the start.
One of my favourite sayings is 'When someone shows you who they are, believe them.'
Many people wear a shell of protection, from fear, for hiding who they really are, and for survival. Sometimes the truth creates change, when all what we believed has been proven wrong.
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