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A Song Played Once
I let slip from me almost unwillingly a
minuscule chink-
know I and think I need strength to be weak
so I let fail my mail, life armour
unveiled,
a softening imposed I suppose
by a hidden unbidden need-
my broken heart crying trying to grieve;
So I gave myself leave
in the shower.
The piece I released in swirling abandon
whirled down the drain with my
power-
in rained the pain through the opening gained,
an ocean''s emotion of waves unrestrained
crashed inside me.
So massive, impassive my stoic recourse,
I abandon by choice
to imperatives forced on a
sorrow I've never allowed,
but in this moment now
I bend knee and bow
granting license of life to my strife-
All I missed with you Father,
I wish
for the moments
not had and never to be-
lost, lost, these ghosts won't set me free
through the tears.
Years gone forever, needle lifted from record,
a lifetime song never played,
now grooved and aged to late is the day,
two lives undone with our song left unsung from
cradle to grave.
One days' not enough, (Father), not a breath, not a touch
on what should have been but when
is life fair-
no answer from air, not here nor there,
no reply to be had
how very sad, not a whisper for us
anywhere.
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