Away They Take
Away they take my silver~
Away they take my gold~
I have not enough in me~
To grasp all in a hold.
As the loss has occurred~
I want forever to mend~
Yet they discard my~
Jewels like there is an end.
The bereavement has not healed~
They add more burden to my soul~
Plundering my memories~
So callus and bold!
The demise of my treasured memories~
They do clearly steal~
The pain I feel~
To them matter not~
Yet to me so very real.
Should mortality be not in objects~
I know logically~
Yet too early are these cherished treasures~
Taken from me.
The collapse of my worldly belongings~
Still hurts for real~
I struggle to block this out~
Yet tragic attacks I feel!
Away they take my silver~
Away they take my gold~
I have not enough in me~
To grasp all in a hold.
Now I hear whispers~
My prized home they will shed~
Like it means nothing to them~
In addition casting me too~
Off with the homestead.
What is the secret that they have~
That takes sentimentality out of~
The mind? ~
Which in me~
I can not seem to thrust aside~
Circumstances only create my spirit to run and hide.
Change with death~
Achens me~
Throbbing dread overwhelms me~
Yet they continue to kill my security~
They are a rolling charge~
Running over me!
Oh~
How I search for peace~
While violated I squeal~
No one hears my calls~
No one seems to care.
Away they take my silver~
Away they take my gold~
I have not enough in me~
To grasp all in a hold.
By
Lisa J. Warner
AKA
Lisa Luv
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