I break my heart, injure my soul
Sacrifice my love
Feeling remorse forever more.
Nothing
Will bind the pieces together
Must take it out of mind.
Feel
The injuries, the heartache, the crying
Then leave them all far behind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Searching, seeking
Where I need to be
Wondering
What will be, be my destiny.
Answers come
From where I don’t know when
Answers
I didn’t know or need til then.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
The why and wherefore
Don’t seem to follow along
Maybe they’ll come
When I sing a beautiful
Melodic love song.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
The sky is filled with optimism
No bird tweets lies
Nor does a bear weep
Wail or cry.
All is filled with beauty
And love
Not one seeks
To be denied.
We live, we love
And one day
We will surely die.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
The sun shines bright
Mists have blended
Into the water beyond
No one sees bees
No bats fly
In the expanse that surrounds
Nor does anyone hear
The cry
They’re gone, they’re gone
I rest, I sleep
Maybe there I’ll see
And
Seek a world that once here
Belonged.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
I sit here in my splendour
Wondering where do I begin
It isn’t any other
It’s me
And I have to contend
With the matter, the matter
I laughed about
Now it’s everything
Everything I hold within.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Why not forgive, let it go
For you know
The pain is only yours
They don’t care or know.
Don’t let them live
In your heart and soul.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
The sun shines bright
In a world cold
To hearts of trolls
Who mask dire tragedy
In the midst
Of something seen
As beautiful and bold.
No one can know
The reason why
Nor do they care
For hearts are living
To not experience
Sadness and despair.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
I learn many things
I see many times
The world as it turns
Intertwines.
My heart knows a reason
To decline
The advances of the destructive
Filled with misery kind.
It comes from within
This loving gift coming from
The divine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
The trouble with what I say
It may be true or cause disarray
Careful with my words
Is what I must remember
Each and everyday.
Blessing to know before I say.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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