The morning came with numbing cold,
and froze the smile of spring’s sweet hope,
its merciless touch, a beggar’s home,
a sneering crowd , a hangman’s rope.
For long ago he knew the game,
the twists and turns, the hollow fame…
his heart exposed, the wicked blade,
that draws the blood that love hath made,
flow warm from wounds he did not see,
so deep inside it hurt to breathe.
To pray and find that this might be,
his only answer… The time to leave.
to save the child inside of me.
❤
Hello Tony
I've thought about leaving myself, but blogland still has its attractions for me. Whatever path you choose, I hope its the right one for you, and I wish you well.
Love & best wishes
Sammy B
You can't leave, the story is not finished. Your remembrances are not complete. I've been patient waiting for answers. You can't leave me hanging like this! Heal thyself, physician!
I love the snow picture, I assume it's current? The cowboy is cute too.
Don't go away – – – – PLEASE…..
Tman…you just can't.
DJ
I love you all… Thank you for caring enough to stop by . I'm trying to find my way out of the sadness I feel, and hope that it happens soon for me… I don't like feeling this way. I guess I shouldn't feel things this deeply but ever since I was a kid, I've been the big brother… the one who makes things right, so when everything goes wrong, I take it very hard. It means I failed and that's not why I'm here. God bless you all, and God bless Gabey.
I hope he is safe. love, Tony<3