With Hands Tender As I

Tue, 04/25/2017 - 17:45 -- 1SP

My sight for affection was gone,
I was blinded by much heartache;
Stood by my lonesome all alone,
Solitude was what I had to partake...

 

 

With hands tender as I,
You touched me as I initiated to cry.

 

 

My voice for rapture was lost,
I was muted by grave deception;
Bypassed each soul I crossed,
Animosity was my only reception…

 

 

With hands tender as I,
You soothed me as I begun to sigh.

 

 

My touch for comfort was through,
I was paralyzed by great malice;
Ignoring all the goodness one can do,
My ally became many lies so callous…

 

 

With hands tender as I,
You felt me as I started to try.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

Comments

MVP-Most Valuable Poet

beautiful imagery

it's about having that other half to complete you

i understand where you're coming because i was in those dark times

through those dark times, there is light

well said brother

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