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truth be spoken
a bright new world opened its door
and there you were
reaching out, touching me
promises of tomorrows that never came
cherished times forever held dear
painful memories of times gone by
words not said
emotional needs not met
and yet goodbyes are forever
walls built, camps drawn in the sands of time
both shall win, neither shall falter
negotiations fertile, deafness shared
I thought you stopped listening first
Or was it I stopped hearing you first???
does it matter more
must we let the games begin?
can there ever really be a winner??
was a gift squandered?
prisoners were taken, casulties high
if the truth be spoken
I feel you offering up the pain of a lost love. I started to go in many directions, with what I felt your true feelings were on this. You speak of cherished times, yet painful memories. You speak of the war being over, yet you seem to still be on the battlefield...so to speak. You speak of not letting the games begin, yet I hear mainly bitterness and disappointment in your verses suggesting the game has long since started. Having lost love myself, I can relate to it all, yet I'm not so naive as to think I undertand your own feelings on the matter. I find myself reflecting on the situation even now, which is a testament to your work. I really enjoyed this poem, as I do all of yours. Thanks for sharing.