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For His Sake
Her smile taunts him,
Its just on the verge,
Of being genuine.
Her sad eyes plead,
For some release,
For some kind of peace.
He knows this disease,
Could destroy,
Both their lives.
She can’t seem to pull through
She tries to fight it.
He doesn’t know what to do.
He cries the tears,
She can’t seem to shed.
What’s left of her soul
Is a monotonous ache,
She carries on,
Only for his sake
A classic Rae poem: the lines, with tense compression, overflow with more than the sum of their words. I have two responses to this poem: emotionally, it is difficult, as is the situation it depicts, therefore it is accurate; poetically, it is a beautiful verbal construct, a coiled spring wound to the point of breaking, and therefore it works very well and very hard upon the reader.
Starward
"just on the verge of being genuine"..very good as usual. I always come back just before turning in for the night as you give me something to ponder, and I always wonder what i'll land on:-)