Sometimes the world will cry
Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes the rain will wash away
The hurt, the anger and the pain
Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes I need to say
I’ll cry but only for today
Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Three years ago tomorrow,
Monty died today.
I Feel the sadness and the pain
Just like it was yesterday.
He stayed with us a little longer
Not for himself, but to help make us stronger,
To be able to accept that final day.
Three years ago tomorrow,
When Monty died today.
To cherish and remember
All that was good and dear.
About Monty,
who three years ago tomorrow
Died today.
The last day of February,
The 29th to be exact
Which tomorrow isn’t there
So, three years ago tomorrow,
Monty died today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Shingles have taken over my face
Pain and tingling, ravage taking place.
Pills medicate leaving sleepy
Laying down the only peace.
Mending now, I’ll take a rest
Hoping soon to be in a better place
With no shingles on my face.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
A tear drop
Runs down my cheek
Taking with it all I cherish
All I seek.
A tear wells up
Clouding my eyes
So they can’t see
The pain devouring me.
A tear drops quietly
On lips unable to cry
Any words that fit
These feelings I dispise.
A tear falls
Down my cheek
Landing on my broken heart
Whose pain won’t go away.
A tear flows down
Taking with it all love
All joy
I hoped I’d found.
I feel
A tear running down.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Coldness creeps deep inside
Seeping in, no way to stop
No way to hide.
The pain, the icy freeze
Creeps and seeps
Ruthless in so deep.
Cuts through warmth
Leaving stark cold blind
To any kindness, feeling
Harboured there inside.
Coldness creeps, seeps inside
Freezing all
No where to hide.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Dedicated to Sue, who has lost her beloved horse, Yorkie.
Our thoughts are with you.
I close my eyes just to feel my heart
Feel the pain
Please make it to depart
Lost to all never more to be
The call I loved and adored from thee.
Feel the sadness reign
Beginning down the path
Of no gladness, ecstasy
Only sadden, weeping pain.
You have gone, lost to me
Remorse is not the word
I need or want to see
Tears once of joy shattered
Left, gone no more to employ
Only rivers long, tragic and so deep
Flowing with overwhelming sadness
Do they weep.
Brought down to my knees
Blows of anguish
Anger
Morose disbelief.
Truly thought you’d live forever
Now know is never going to be
Love you ever
Ever please believe
Wanted never
You to leave me never
Ever leave me never please.
Now gone I oh so weep
I steep my heart in sorrow
Feel your presence and
Tomorrow I’ll close my eyes
Just to feel my heart
As it bleeds and weeps.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Sadness comes
and goes
Strive to feel
The pain
Then let it go.
No use to dwell
And ponder
Just see it
And let it go.
It makes you
No less
It makes you
No more.
It just makes you
The one to love
For evermore.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Merry, happiness, frustration and pain
All have a place in this house I claim
None are all that places me here
Some more than others
Thats what I hear.
Work thru and challenge heartache, despair
None of which need to live here.
Open the door to the house I call mine
Tread lightly down passages
Down into time.
Touch walls built so safe and sound
Savour the flavour of the air all around
Then pad down aisles and up thru stairs
Glistening with joyous, uplifting prayers.
Cozy and tranquil is my room
Safe from danger, heartache and doom
This is where I live, this is my room
I claim it, I cherish it, I live life here
From birth to death here in my house
Here in my room.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Tortured souls hear the pain
Nothing in it, all in vain
Climbing out, out from pain
Crucial not to be flushed
Down the drain.
Melody running in my head
Ponder what I really dread
Muster forth the power said
Rock all that fuels
This in my head.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Headache hurts once again
Hoping this will be the end
Probably won’t but then again
Been here felt the pain
Not much fun a lot of strain
Headache here lots of pain
Focus on the happy game.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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