Open Poetry #1 |
This Man That Sits In The Chair |
tori Senior Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 520Mechanicsville, Maryland, USA |
I sat with a man while he turned out his soul As he told of his feelings inside I cried as I listened to all of his pain As I, traveled back down that lane His heart was as big as the ocean blue With good will that could conquer the tides A forgiveness he holds like none ever knew Yet for himself, he keeps none inside Such shame he carry's, such weight he bares This man that sits in the chair As all of his weakness he reveals, all of his past life despairs Of his loves, his losses, his boyhood fears feelings, he has kept deep inside I listened and cried and offered some words, but the man, he could not hear So I sat as he told of all of his woe's I sat, as I lent him my ear This man that sits in the chair I have been in the dark of night, I too, have sat in that chair I have the pit inside of my soul, that holds the dark and despair But he could not see it through my eyes, his soul was glowing gray This was his time to unravel his life, time to find, his way I hope that our talk has lightened his weight, and he makes the choices he needs I wish for his heart the passion of love, wish for all his happiness shared I wish the soul could be set free for This man that sits in the chair I am thankful for all he intrusted in me, maybe one day he'll know His soul will forever be with me inside, his stories I'll hold to remember For it was his love he showed, that day A love so true and tender, a love that warmed the ice inside that caused my heart to surrender To this man that sits in the chair Tori 99 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ If with pen in hand I've made you think I've not wasted one drop of ink vlh. [This message has been edited by tori (edited 08-02-99).] |
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