This is my first try at poem. I just had this idea for Patrick Jane and I was so relieved to get it out from my system. Please, do tell me what you think…. =)
Poem for Patrick Jane
burden by past
soul darken by tragedy
a wounded, battered man
only when you have lost
you will realize
what's important
and what's not
what's worth living
and what's living worth
the pain of losing
run and stab one so deep
deeper than the pain of betrayal
but the similar dull ache; never ending pain
never to be removed; it stays; it haunts
heightened and wounded by words and memories
softened and cured by hope and trust
will there be a day when this lump in this throat will be easier to swallow?
will there be a day when this eyes will not sting from those faces?
will there be a day when this heart will not skip a beat from those names?
will there be a day when this ear will not hear from those laughter?
will there be a day when this nose will not catch from those faintest scents?
will there be a day when this stomach will not churn from the painful reminder?
will there be a day when this wound will ever be heal?
time will tell and time will most probably heal
but just as a broken heart can never be whole again
so does the one that had lost its' purpose of beating
~Beautiful Mind~