Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Obstruction

I'm guilty, overcome with rue
that justice was withheld from you
a victim whose demise was sown
by being coldly left alone

for each time you were written off
you felt rejection's scathing scoff
which filled your gentle soul with shame
and wrongly self directed blame.

When I gave up and finally left
you were tipsy at the cleft
and while I could have pulled you back
I waited till I heard the smack

which loudly echos still today
just like the thought that won't go away--
compassion's easy to impart
unless there's blockage in your heart.

6 comments:

Nick Wilford said...

Very moving poem. We should all have compassion and warmth, because without that things will spiral down fast.

Donna said...

It really speaks to what could have been done in hindsight...I hate those times.

Lady's Knight said...

a poem with a heart felt message

LadysKnight

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Bob,

This is a very profound poem. I sensed the great sense of being unable to change the sad situation...

Eileen:)

It was lovley to read your interview with Sherry:)

rch said...

Thanks for bearing with me as I go through this trial.

Thanks a lot Eileen, the interview was fun.

Jak Cryton said...

Another great poem. Just don't drown in "what if"s