Human

Where we formed
now there rips a ribbon of pain
strange and unearthly
beyond predictability
buried in your belly
that hurt you carry

And humanness was your gift to me
how I gladly repay 
in any way I can

If it’s a hand you need to hold
if it’s someone to hear you cry
I will be there for you
in any way I can

These solutions
so invasive
taking you apart
they take away a part of you
where infinite potential lay
in which we formed

And humanness was your gift to me
I would give anything
I will give anything
as some gesture of thanks
to you

endless and infinte
is my love for you…

 

[March, 2015. Not sure this one is quite finished yet, but wanted to share it anyway.]

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Comments

<Deleted User> (9882)

Tue 17th Mar 2015 22:21

Tom,if you will pardon my agreeing that the poem indeed does'nt read as 'quite finished' but from what IS there,is excellent-do continue! x

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