I’ve gone the distance
I’ve paid the price
The fruits of my labour
may not be suffice
I’ve toiled, anguished
Over minor things
Leaping over hurdles
I’ve just about brought
My heart to the brink
Then
Because I love you
I believe
It’s worth everything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I thought of that
And now don’t know why.
I thought of this
And now I feel a need to cry.
I thought of things
And still didn’t feel a thing.
I thought so
And now I know I didn’t know
Anything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Haven’t I always been the one
To wonder what happened
That let you in.
Your nasty temper
Your contemptuous lips
Causing heartache
Making life something a long ways
From pure bliss.
I should have closed the door
Slammed it in your face
Laughed at the anger
Coursing thru your body
Contorting every muscle
In your nasty face.
I should have
I should have been the one.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
You heard me speak
You heard me say
Words that you took away
Making us forever friends
Even til today.
I heard you speak
I heard you say
These words I write
I write today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Keeping everything in store
Keeping all things close to me
Feeling insecure
Feeling
Feeling a little needy.
Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Hearing words in my head
They tell of times past
Then
Sometimes things ahead
‘Listen
Listen well’
Is what they said
‘For in telling, we give you
A chance to know
Know how to deal with
What has happened
And what is still ahead’.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
House of cards
Comes crashing down
Never built on solid ground
No ace, jack nor king
Only a queen in mourning.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Haven’t learned my lesson
Haven’t done my job
Sacrifices taken
But
Still can’t understand
The reason
Nor
The writings
In the Almighty’s Log.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
My heart is heavy
She feels so old
So many stories
How many more
To be told?
She ticks and beats
She has survived
She seen joys
She has cried.
Blood fills
Pulses to
My mind, hands, feet
And back thru.
How many more thumps
Does she have
Not mine to know
Just glad I have her
I have
My beating heart.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Not sure where the trail leads too
I stop upon the path
As my feet have lead me to
A place of wonder, beyond belief
A place where all can be named
Succeed.
Not sure what I have to say
Know the words will come
When its their day
Flowing out upon the land
Resting with those that need
Need their words, need a hand.
Not sure if I’ll see
The things I must to be me
But then again what if I am
Already there
And they’re already in
My soul’s command.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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