when time chaotic
quick relief will run its course
tick, tick, tick, sick, tick
©️ Scott F Savage 6/2020
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Tag: faith
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Mental Health
Posted at 9:53 pm , on June 21, 2020
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Who
Posted at 9:46 pm , on June 21, 2020
who would life talk with
pith reveals seek a solace
lost otherwise, Faith.
©️ Scott F Savage 6/2020
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A Good Woman
Posted at 10:57 pm , on April 12, 2020
On holiday
a time for love
unconditional
no romantic interlude
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Simply support
she came to me
gave her heart to heal my pain
left me feeling humbled
safe.
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A good woman
compassion given
that was felt in my
heart and soul
g’nite sweet moon.
©️ Scott F Savage 4/2020
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What Might We Say?
Posted at 4:56 pm , on October 18, 2019
When the end is near,
is it all,
the final act,
the final curtain,
final word,
as a prophetic thespian
said once,
“all the world … ”
such a phrase light in heart
remained a suggestion
to close
each moment,
finale.
How to go forward
when all we might do
is let the end resonate,
build a stronger wall,
between ourselves
in order to move forward,
keep our smile,
know the nostalgic nature
the autumn
of our lives
as once,
we were
together.
Then that day,
when a lonely walk,
we might,
we will
if the stars do suggest,
we could discover
again something rather
symbiotic
in the silent nature
of love.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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Tears Now
Posted at 12:58 am , on August 24, 2019
They are real, streaming down my cheeks,
I don’t have any music
to buffer this pain,
I don’t have any resolve,
to stop the tears,
my eyes are pouring,
I cannot see,
I can only hold on to some fading
memory.
I’m shuddering at the notion,
my hopes, my heart,
my solace,
gone,
beyond the beauty
of knowing love,
I no longer do.
I swore to myself years ago,
I would never fall in love again,
and now, I am only
‘the fool on the hill.’
© Scott F Savage 2019
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Coming To Terms
Posted at 12:16 am , on August 2, 2019
I have screamed before
wanting to breathe,
a while back,
when helpless.
Seems rather cleansing
to know
we have the permission
of the human condition
to wail, to release,
to shudder in pain,
in order (two) come to terms,
in a tragedy like
reality.
I screamed
top of my lungs,
in my car,
no witness
beyond my own
personal knowledge.
Finding feeling
in love.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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