283405  Poems Read Home Login

 Robert Hayden Pursell at www.poetrypoem.com/rhp

Stranger Than Love


With shaking hands I look and find nothing within.
My heart slows but then with anger grows into a steaming windmill of undulating speed as I search.
She has done this before and I should have known the truth.
But as in the past I closed myself off to the whispers so loud.

I'm going, yes I'm going again!
Damn you I'm going for good!
Your heart matters not to me she screamed as the train of hate took her away to the field of willing waiting men.
They can taste her bile.
They can have her breast of warm, soft pillows that harden before your eyes.

I wait not this time.
I have the courage to stand like a man and not lick her toes.
I will not wait.
I am a man!

Wait I hear a train whistle blowing.
Maybe she returns?
Do you think?
Is she?

I'm here dear waiting
Always waiting...


Robert Hayden Pursell
05 August 2004







©2000 - 2022, Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors.

Visit My Home Page | Start Your Own Poetry Site | PoetryPoem
[ Control Panel ]  [ Today's Poetry - ALL Poets ]   [ Search ]