You hold me close
you tell me
you love me most
then
walk away
not
a glance back
my way
My heart, that heart
you said
you loved the most
is broken
shattered in a million pieces
No way to make it whole
no way
unless you’re back
back to me
to
forever stay
My dream, my hope
but
I know
no way, no way.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2025
No way
Can I see the falling leaves
Leaving anything but beauty
All around me .
No way
Will I be alone for all eternity
For you’ll be there
Beside of me.
No way
Can I hear
The footsteps in the fall
Walk away from all
I love.
No way
I’ll let it be
Nothing but love, beauty
Surrounding me
Now and all eternity.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2023
No way,
No way can I know
The why.
The reason is hidden deep
In the blue
Mysterious sky.
There above, there to see
But
Not understand.
What is beyond
The moon, the stars
And
Distant galaxies.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2023
No hope looms
No way to stay
Near heaven’s breath
All seems lost
Forever
Gone away.
Then storm clouds break
Heavens open, shining bright
All worries lift, they have gone
Now
My soul is heaven bound.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Anticipation rises
Failure devises
Ways to be left
In the wind.
Heart rate rises
No way can
Desires be ignored
Over and over again.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Sadly, secret murky tiled
No hope, destitute merciless bile
Twist, turn fight and bat
Get to where the strength is at
Mess, mired deep down in
No way open can’t begin
Mutter, sputter rage and fume
Makes no difference
The rose still blooms.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
This is what I say…
“No way
No way can hurt
Hurt me today.”
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Temporary, that’s what they say
Lasting longer, not happening
No way, no way.
Savour while it lasts
Then go about
Go about your day.
Knowing the best has come
Has visited you
Visited you and stayed.
Just a little while
A little while
Today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Sadly, secret murky tiled
No hope, destitute merciless bile
Twist, turn fight and bat
Get to where the strength is at
Mess, mired deep down in
No way open can’t begin
Mutter, sputter rage and fume
Makes no difference
The rose still blooms.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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