lou sid lines

Dove,
I went into an exile from you I so craved,
For I'd lost all my grip on the way I behaved.
My unwanted proposals and gifts had displayed
A contempt for the love in which I'd been arrayed.

An anonymous coward, pushed out in the cold,
Into mutual enslavement I rushed to be sold,
Thus I took cruel revenge on your own scornful fright,
Which most justly had banished me out of your sight.

Although vengeance may sometimes be justified,
It can never resolve troubles deep-sown inside,
So my self-centrical-sickness remained uncured
And to sorrow's fraught battlefield I was soon lured.

Well, hard experience makes for the strictest of master
And my re-education improved with disaster,
But loveless, my days were a grey-scale of grind,
Desecrating, mauling and maiming my mind.

When Evil my Brother as hostage did seize,
I joined battle against Human soul-disease,
And though weak from a spirit too sad and too ill,
I set foot on the road to find strength of goodwill.

At first, I took fright and spent time lying low,
My only true Mother even I feared to know,
Yet my Brother did coax me, in Truth did he coach me,
His morality nourished, emotionally charged me.

Then I climbed to a crest for my story to view,
And saw, my Dove, the apologies due,
So I rushed to my Mother the message to send,
But found her life's quest had long since reached it's end.

Dazed for a week, grief flowed through me in waves,
A part of me lost that my memory saves.
My Dove, I just had to make contact with you,
And I wrote to bring peace and to start life anew.


© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.

Posted by: lou sid linesman / Tuesday, January 31, 2006