My heart churns, it doesn’t beat
Thinking of the last time
The last time
We would meet.
I didn’t understand
Why
You were sad
Saying words that changed
Everything.
My love, my heart
All things
Near and far in this land.
My heart churns, it doesn’t beat
I hear it cry
As all alone
I stand.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Confusion, despair
Don’t know
Which way to twist.
Fighting heartache
Fighting a vacuum
No air.
Survival is the call
Even if it may feel
Your back’s to the wall.
Stand true
Stand and know
There’s only one you.
You are the one
That’ll come thru
Brave, wonderful you.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Thinking and figuring
what I should do
What is next
how can I see the path, the way
know opportunities before they fade
fade
fade away.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Looking for the way
Seeking the path
That
Takes me to the place
Called
Everlast
No way to know
No one to ask
Must
Seek on my own
This wondrous place
Called
Everlast.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Snow’s falling
oh how it’s coming down!
Roads closed
drivers turning round
or
Stuck in a white world
frantic
Hoping soon
the snow will stop
Stop
it’s falling down.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Reset my life in an instant
Like a roll of the dice
Never knowing where it’s going
Never understanding
Where I’ve just been
I’m here, moving
Going forward
With a smile and a grin.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Powerful times need to come
covering all in hope
and
tremendous love
Then we’ll see
hear and feel
joy
throughout
the mountains, valleys
and
the hills
No more to mourn
for
we will be
in the hearts of another
protected,
able to grow unconcerned
with small trivial fare.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
The heart is cold
And
Does not beat
With love
Just full of hate
Anger, blatant lies
No
Not love
See it fester
Boil over
Beating, beating
Not with love.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
My heart aches
my eyes cry
my feet walk
a endless lie
No saviour in sight
no helping hand
my remorse
is apparent
I cannot stand
on the precipice
of anger
and
be in command
No
But yes
Yes I can.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
I hear your cry
I hear that mournful sound
echoing
amongst the hills
valleys
all around.
Will I too cry, will I be sad
inconsolable
in my quest for love
amongst
all this sadness
and
sorrow?
No answer comes
no words uttered
all
I hear is
that awful
awful
mournful sound.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
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