Whisper Softly To Me Again As You Fade
Whisper Softly To Me Again As You Fade
No more stones, my dinner plate is too full
my teeth broken on that hardened black heart.
Broke, heavy iron chain you loved to pull
dead, tired old horse that dragged your evil cart.
Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made.
No more rocks, I am wise and older
I see pitch black upon your angel wings.
I need sweet companion, just to hold her
spirit that makes my soul feel as it sings.
Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made.
No more deep cuts, your knife is getting dull
waves of blues eat deeper into my brain.
Holes you drilled into this tired sleeping skull
birthed dark echoes with each sharp aching pain.
Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made.
No more stabs, wicked kind you do so well
secrets we shared, call out but I refuse.
Tender were kisses and sweeter your smell
now darkness looms forth, one I did not choose.
Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made.
No more crying, sad cries for your sweet love
now fire burns hot, in this living Hell.
Mercy arrived today, from far above
told me, see her as dust in a dry well.
Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made.
No more shouts, soft words decorating you
songs I wrote, in praise of our deep romance.
Foolish me, gave you much more than your due
wrapped in love, so deep in a blind trance.
Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made.
No more stones, my dinner plate is too full
my teeth broken on that hardened black heart.
Broke, heavy iron chain you loved to pull
dead, tired old horse that dragged your evil cart.
Whisper softly to me again as you fade
from this misery-meal your deceptions made.
Robert J. Lindley, 05-19-2015 (previously composed -1976)
Note:( 5-19-2015) Rewritten from memory of a poem my ex-wife burned many decades ago.
Edited and re-titled today, 2-20-2017
First presentation at this site.......
New Note: Tis no way to convey the infinite depths that my love for my first wife once were.
As there is no adequate way to convey the infinite depths of agony and misery endured in our final breakup and divorce..
The original poem, written back , then she burned, rewritten from memory and now edited twice is the best I can do to present how horrible it was for me to finally let her go. As I finally gave up on trying to get her to stop taking hard drugs and doing insane things while on them.
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