Solace
While he has gone on his travels
It will be my time to cleanse my soul
All those years where he promised to stay
How foolish I must have been to believe him
But love blinds us.
I want to sob, I feel the sobbing within my heart
But what good will the tears do?
I must continue my journey to the Bath Spas
And once there to slip down into the warm water
Just feeling the rythmic flow from the jet sprays
Somehow releases the pain.
Take another look at me near the arbor
So pensive but not really, as I feel an inner peace
The pain has left and with it the torrential sobbings
Truly my life will now go forward
But love is blind.
By P. Whitton
Copyright 2002 |
