The moment that they told me he was gone
I knew I never more would be at one.
The guilt is bad, the shame is harder still
That I no longer am what I would will
That I did not perceive the your state of mind
That to your heart I seemed to have been blind
That I was not enough to keep you here
That life and death most grievous are so near
Then shamed by my emotions I withdrew
Into the prison cell that no-one knew
My soul was pierced , I could not own my grief
Limp, submissive , blown away, a leaf.
Shame is deadly, unexposed to speech
With reddened face and faltering voice I weep
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
WELL-DONE…..PORTRAYING AN EX-LOVER’S NIGHTMARE…AFTER IT’S OVER!
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Thank you very much,Jonathan
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OFRT-ORT-!
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