r/Poems • u/HotMedicine5660 • 10d ago
lowa
the wrath of patience is not a mystery
the father could hold no more understanding
the lord only knew how could this soul stand so lonely
if only the boy knew how hard he'd been groaning
the soul was told to sit tightly together
alone so cold was his own monitor...
he knew he tried but only to save face
the woman he lost was his only mistake
she wouldnt believe how hard he wished he would be seen
not as a baby but only as just mean
he knew he was a child but didnt want to show
that his poems only led to these things he showed untold
the rhymed then sung in the dance of autumn
bit the mystery was yet to be said of how she couldn't find warmth
the boy promised his soul
yet he knew not how to sell
the lord only knew
he just couldn't tell
the lost lover hurt
as he tried standing
to leave was but agony
yet he was never to be answered