The Fool I Was About The Cost Of Love

The gravity of a harden heart, this irrationality that pride would refuse a fresh start.

The fierce focus in my lack of forgiveness, the imprudence of my denial would not improve this.

This scornful selfishness deceived my anxious mind, I now taste the sourness in sadness a reward that’s all mine

My need of that warmth in her eyes, that courageous grace in that wonder-est light in her sympathetic face.

Turning her away my negative neglectful, negligence! was abundant, the strain of the shame in my pain is redundant.

Published by Sandymancan

I'm a father, friend, and a family man, I believe in right and wrong, I understand the value of standing on your own. I have an iron will with a poet's heart, a belief in God is where it starts.

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