You Damned Pessimist

You could not have creases on your chest from
the weight of hope, softness in your voice
from the whispers of prayer, gems
in your soul from the depth of
feeling, beams in your eyes
from the light of right,
flashes in your
heart by the
fire of
love.
Thus,
I can
see you have
lost the beauty
of your face, the good
of your mind, the pleasure
in your company, the strength
in your walk, the truth in your word,
the future of your time, the measure 
of yourself, the redemption of your soul.

Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.

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About Shainbird

"A lonely craftsman putting one word after another."
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