God Might Take Pity On Us..

Our palace is crumbling,
Our dreams are flowing away with the dark sea,
We have nothing left,
But our skin, blood and bones..

Happiness deprives itself of light,
The scars on my palm,
Start to sting,
We are both cradling dead love.

We can compare our scars,
I bet i'll win,
Mines are deeper,
At least yours have healed a little.

So with our home demolished,
And our love crushed,
We better show the white flag,
God might take pity on us..

Linda Winchell
Each cross we come to bear in this life leaves its scars. Some deeper than on the surface viewed. Healing comes with maturity in the growth of God's words understood. Seek His word, there in you shall find true healing. God bless

Fay Slimm
A deep and meaningful write. Well expressed feelings. - Fay

poetwithcancer
I hope so. Truly, I hope so. // I think this poem is a metaphor for a break-up, but it seems to say so much more to me. --Michael