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Separate roads

Dust’s billowing clouds
Obstructing my once patent view
As I travel this back road alone
Overgrown, but once hence anew

Separated by wired fences
Of thistle thickets and thus
I long to cross over to your road
Instead of you and I alone, I wish upon a us

Although, with every attempt I try
Only the razor of the barb meets me half way
And the piercing of the thorny weed
Is the one that meets me in vain

The longing for you, when met with failure
Further and further it grows
Such burdens are separations of strain
As I glimpse into you, and see the fate of what our future holds

The lone divided road
Once you could bring to bear
Offering a ray of hope
As I ponder another traversal, back into the wilds…there

In the midst of the settling dusts
The endeavor of desire next… ought to tempt
As I brave the thorn and wire rusts
Your unwillingness for judgment met with contempt

Boundaries upon horizons palpably clear
And my heart fills up with sorrow
Stretching out my hand to more attempts that are futile
And the wounds they are deeper with the dust that I swallow

If mere decisions were to turn back
The path of painless to be sure
But, my faith carries me on, Please! End your resolve
Grasp my hand; pull me through, so that we may endure

I contemplate in frozen moments
Until the internal bleeding subsides
Praying for a miracle or even a spark
Of some love that is left, to give us a try

Then drops of second chance hopes
Falls like rain from out of your eyes
Waters the blossoming smiles of sun rays
And with that of sweeping forgiveness you drag me on through to the other side

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A fortyish native born all American man. Married twice and for the last time. I have four children; Three daughters and one son that are all over the age of eighteen. I also have two grandchildren; one three years old and one nine months old. Inspired by God, tragedy, life's experiences and then a fairy tale love. I never intentionally set out to write poetry, but "She" inspired me. "She" meaning the love of my life. That love is a passion that after thirteen years still grows stronger each and every day. It eventually had to be put into writing. As I wrote poetry to her, she encouraged me to approach other subjects. Doing so brought me to discover that poetry could wash away the bitter tastes of life (suicide, cancer, and divorce) that were still living like demons inside me. So when poetic therapy brought those impish fiends to a stalemate, I began to experiment more. Creating fictional characters and situations within my works. The support of this online community has inspired me even further to continue to hone my writing skills giving the readers the best that I can offer. Thanks to all you out there in Lulu land. more…

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