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Embracing The Painful Stance

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Well, here I stand, gazing in uncertain vision
Not knowing, not going, where I shall tread.
Jumping from love to love, just feeling division
Seizing my fire, hating my eyes, cursing my head.

It's enough, too much in honesty's verdict
Running, screaming in pain's sure future.
I loved her eyes, mangled lies, words picked.
Silken touches, fiery gazes into love's purity.

Tap-dancing on chance-over-chance . . .then we dance
Holding her tight, we clasp hands, speak no words.
A whispered-laugh, a mass of stifiled endurance.
Silent, slipping serpents of gold, black muted singing birds.
She was these things . . .

She's fading as I look . . .burning the book
And yet, the dark clouds, my dark clouds, shine.
She's kissing a fantasy, stealing a look
Never her own, surely not mine.

Summary: in this writer's viewpoint, this can happen to the best
of those who have fell in love, but never confessed it. Only a painful
valley of painful decisions. (Kenneth).

© 2020 Kenneth Avery

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