The day you left me
My only consolation
You were not in pain
comfort
Wish You Were Here
So long you’ve been gone
It seems like just yesterday
When will my heart heal?
Oh how I wish you were here
To be together again
Surrounded by Predators
Cornered;
Trapped like prey, surrounded by predators
No way out, nowhere to run.
Such are the words of the lonely poet.
Stuttering with rage
And terror, and panic,
Speech comes haltingly
As the fight continues.
Yet as the end draws nigh,
When all appears lost,
His eyes he raises skyward
In desperation and hope;
And sees the shafts of light
Pouring from behind the clouds
Over distant landscapes,
Enlightening weary souls.
Inspiration from on high
Opens wide the troubled heart
That it may find salvation
In sharing words of comfort.
© 2014 Harcourt 51
