Sorrow’s Plight

By brian francis

I know how pain can sear and stretch
I can watch it deep in your eyes.
But sometimes love demands of us,
a sacrifice of greater magnitude,
a willingness to do what is right.
Even if it means the loss of love.
Even if it means the endless night.

I have watched your suffering,
endured your painful tortured eyes.
long has love thus held my heart
and bound me to our fate.
Compassion’s tears, have torn my soul,
worn great ruts through my being.
Yet, has strangely made me whole.

Canyons of empathy, glorious vistas abound,
where in picturesque grandeur
the horizon of my soul reveals its truth;
a barren waste of empty mourning.
Screams of needful lonely moments
wailing; echo through the chasms
seeking healing and atonements.

Copyright ©2020 brian francis

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B. F. O'Connor

Born and raised in the idyllic environment of Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. A rural paradise perfect for a roving childhood. Now living in the desert southwest, with a flock of parrots, a pigeon, and Three dogs.

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