I will sing your song
In moments of your silence
I will hear the tune
When sound fades from the air
I will be buoyant
When floods will not abate
I will be the enemy
The object of any hate
You have lost enough
And I care little if I win
Do not be bereft
All we can be judged upon
Are our arbitrary sins
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
Hi Gene.I must be sinful. Thank you for liking my poem Compelled! Peace and Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
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Christ-like and highly personal at the same time. A lover’s promise.
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