Silent Pain

I watched you lay there in silent pain
I watched you lay look at me in silent pain
Your eyes speaking without volume
You tried hard to speak to me

There wasn’t much I could do
I wasn’t good to you this day
There wasn’t much I could do
And I said … you would be in good hands

I didn’t give you what you needed
I saw you asking, but I turned my back
I didn’t know what to do, it was not enough
All I could do was out of my control

This day wasn’t meant to be this way
The spring was about us
With summer days a coming
There was more I wanted to do with you
The things I had planned for us

There wasn’t much I could do
I wasn’t good to you this day
There wasn’t much I could do
And I said you would be in good hands…

It wasn’t the morning I didn’t want to see
You left me even though I know why
It was not how this was planned
The day I lost you wasn’t my day.

 

more by THOMAS DEANGELO

Photograph by Daniele Zedda

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Thomas DeAngelo

This is a writer of modern poetry and an inspiring writer. Residing in the lower Appalachian mountains of Pennsylvania where he enjoys reading, writing and is his spare time hiking. He has been writing since the 1980's with expectations of being published. The words that flow by ink are the defeats and enjoyments of the life lived in the years that accompanied the mind of a writer that measured his time recognizing the passions of surrounding people.

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