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Be My Hero - Poem

Updated on July 6, 2017

Be My Hero

Can Thou Save'st Me?

Let this broken huddled mass in its' everyday glass
pour fourth from it's vines a Rhine of white ocean tithes
that kill the fruit which mingles and jingles little combs of blessed repute.

Feel the tears of its' mourning and heed the warning that flows from
broken days rattled in chains that long for crispy air coddled in reverent

This is thine hindrance that kills, and chills, and reveals to everything I see,

How must then I die forever a day and never be with thee?

Cease to believe that we cannot be and finally agree that with me is where 'tis meant to be,

Trade thy source of bleeding veins that nocturnal wings wean in solace and grief,

this I ask in quiet relief .. Can thou save'st me?

-© Robert Hutchinson


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      R.S. Hutchinson 5 years ago from USA

      The "broken huddled mass" was his heart.

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      R.S. Hutchinson 6 years ago from USA

      Thanks Judy! I like your interpretation of "ego" and can see how that might fit, but it is not :)

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      Judy 6 years ago

      This is so emotionally powerful. A raw take on Romeo and Juliet of lovers that cannot be together. Is the "broken huddled mass" the ego?

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      R.S. Hutchinson 6 years ago from USA

      Thank you so much for your support Jami! I am so glad you enjoyed it.

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      jami l. pereira 6 years ago

      Very well written , have a blessed day all day :)

      voted up awesome and beautiful