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~Someday~ I can hear the laughter of people off in the distance... As i sit here all by myself; for what seems like days that run into night. Knowing Someday I too will be surrounded by life, engulfed with the living. I will again be looked upon as the person I once was. So over-flowing with optimism and trust, within a heart so full of Love. I will not ever become what someone else thinks I should, but rather that of myself. By Linda Emerson-Rook
~Who are you~ There once was a time when I thought I knew who you were, Yet to look into your eyes I see nothing but a blur... Have the days been so long or the nights so cold, That what we once vowed seems almost absurd.... Oh how My Heart still longs for the Love we once made, Two bodies entwined like the gold on a chain... Where is this man who took claim to such passion Who promised to Love, Honor and Cherish this sanction... Have the years between us mattered or have you just not cared, For in your eyes I never saw a glimpse of despair.... Life was bound to change for us be it Better or Worse. Faith was to lead us through the passageway of hurts.... Your lies are endless; claiming no responsibility will you ever bear, Self-protection is your guide as you sit on over there.... With just the blank look you hold in your stare Never hearing a word and always telling me you don't care.... Trust no longer lives here within these walls of our home, Respect cannot come if contempt is all that is left to share.... No longer am I the one you hold late at night or for that matter even kiss "Good Nite"! Even though we may lie in the same bed to sleep, and at the same table while we sit down to eat. The difference is a world apart, two souls who vowed to be as one.... Now live together so totally undone, I thought I knew you so long ago, now one of us must stay and one must go.... By Linda Emerson-Rook
~The Ties That Bind~ He who dwells here, sits as if never born, held between sane and insane. Never knowing the difference of right from wrong. To look in the eyes of emptiness, hateful and dim. No one resides here, his heart is his own, beats only for himself. Over the years I have watched, listened and heard. Only that of a Child who was left alone somewhere in the past of his very own hell. His grave he digs for himself; he who lies there upon waking, keeping to himself unable to share feelings, unable to face the truth; since no man will ever live there within, only that of a child. His soul never surrendered to God. His heart cold as the ground he walks. His eyes a piercing gray. He sees only that which he can live with in some profound way. Reality is not his. The Child inside, he runs, he hides, he lie's and deceives. No man lives there. Who gave such a soul-less side to him. For what reason for what purpose, their own! No Man till he faces reality, Life not his own, nor that which fits into society. By Linda Emerson-Rook
