Sunday 4 March 2018

There's a scar upon my heart


There's a scar upon my heart
A small ache that never leaves
Since you and I are now apart

You're no longer in my arms
There's pain in my sorry soul
My life is not filled with your charms

I feel like a snarling beast
Frustrated you're not close by
And search for you both west and east

I need you sat by our hearth
Then I will feel warm again
And hear you singing in the bath

I haul the logs, saw them up
Sharp is my axe as is my mind
Yet I weep in our loving cup

My mind does see you each day
You're there in clouds and the stars
Just who will take this pain away?

I loved you bar none my love
And touch your clothes in the trunk
I'm sure we'll meet again above

Image found at https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/honest-woodsman-pullover

7 comments:

  1. (sniffing) This is too sad. Beautifully written, but sad.

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  2. A beautifully poignant write

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  3. Been there. And I wish I hadn't.

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  4. Sad. Good.
    I don't get the 'my mine' bit. 'Mind' or am I missing a meaning?

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  5. The photo of the axe and the word scar in the title make a compelling juxtaposition. I like "our loving cup."

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  6. when the sadness seems too much you bring the hope of reunion above. Yes i the reader can exhale here
    Thanks for dropping by my Sunday Standard this week Robin

    much love...

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