Slain by this one selfish act
Smite thy hand is that a fact
Even though I lack the insight of comprehension
What is the true nature of your intention
Speckled rhymes now speak, so now I weep
Why is it now that I must sleep
Beneath the coverings of my keep
Seldom are the deeds of man
Left for them to understand
Outstretched I leave my open hand
And for what, I have no quarrel with you good man
Speak less of me, and my keep
And then I shall no longer have reason to weep
My hand is open and thy heart is full
That doesn’t mean that I am a fool
Thou in earnest have sort me out
Thou in earnest, have cast the shadow of doubt
And with thy hand I have cast you out
There is no need for you to shout
Be sure to check out Reflection of the Heart released march 2008
Url : http://nzbookshop.co.nz/poetry-short-stories/refections-of-the-heart/prod_171.html
And Thank you, all for your comment's :)
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Darryn732posted on 05/08/2008