I offered my hand - A poem |
I offered my hand and you took my life. Your wife I could never be in those times of mine Where you could confine Me into your cell, Your spell, Your secret shell Of desire, of lust, of want, of pain, Where there was for me no gain, Where I could not refrain From hate Towards you, for fate Allowed me not with you, For you, Under you. There never was a start to what had to end. Do not defend Your defiance or allegiance to Yours and what you hold true. I wish I had not. I got Only as far as I could. I never would In other times but did, God forbid. May He forgive my actions, my words, my leaving And the part that had you believing That you were the one for me. You see, I do not mean to cause aches, I make mistakes, Forsaking all sakes Of heaven or hell or the place in between. I have seen My ways of wrong and unintentional ill will. Let me spill My heart Through art And the right to let the memories depart To a further space, To a forgotten place, So I can perhaps one day Steer doubt away And let myself rise Without disguise Or anguished demise Into another one’s embrace And with grace And complete faith believe, Conceive, Of a true love Below and above, One that lives not on a throne of kings Or on the light feather of angel’s wings But on equal planes for both to see The reality of a fantasy Where two lovers learn to be Not one but two And a romance that is true, With feelings none forbidden, And inhibitions none to be hidden. ‘Tis true, my wishes have a higher slope, Yet before death, I forever choose hope. |