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On a personal experience. The beginning of the first line is a tribute to The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet.



Free at last



Come gentle night, oh dark caress of hands,

as cold as stone and damp as bitter sweat.

Deliver me from senseless bonds of man,

deliver me to deeper, stronger lands.

From out of this bold victory- defeat.

And out of everything comes nothing real.

Be silent in your heart and breathe so deep

and steady broken hearts by every beat.

Don’t dare forget the pain of daily death,

nor die to fall again to bleak despair,

for never was a wasted human breath,

from any spirit source so true yet fair.

Raise up and shout, proclaim the joy so true!

The savior came and bled and died for you!

This is my first and only poem about J.K. Rowling in the Shakesperian


Inspire



A simple girl, a page upon that press,

who did impress upon the childhood heart,

and break the ragged bonds of simpleness,

she from those humble means did grasp her start.

That bookish child became the sounding voice,

that did arise to meet the morning sky.

The fondness for her fantasy, this choice,

would bring our love of reading a new high.

Her mighty pen would put strong swords to shame,

for words of peace have power more than war,

to shape the future’s child in every aim,

yet never was it wielded thus before.

A humble youth became a wonder great,

who stirred the very depths of reading’s fate.

I’m Losing It



I close the empty sockets

where my tired eyes used to see,

but now without my everything

there isn’t much to me.

This heart is long past breaking,

these hands are hard and cold-

the hands that I left empty

that I knew you’d never hold.

And nothing is the same now that

you’re never by my side,

I’ve lost a lot of everything,

now must I loose my mind?

Myself is but a trifle,

and my heart a bitter blue.

The only life I really miss

whom I have lost, is you.



© ‘06 - Sheila D Hite