The man and his Ocean

by Roberto Serrano   Oct 11, 2004


How can I let you cry my tears?
How can I let you feel my anger and fear my fears?
If you could beat through my heart I'd place you inside my chest,
If I could place you inside my thoughts you would see a mirror of yourself,
But if you could place your hands over my pain it would bleed at your touch,
You see this man cries salted tears that taste bitter upon his lips,
Pain? His tears form puddles of this... so he filled an ocean where one didn't exist,
Loves presence marinated in my soul but emptiness took its place,
And around loves face a dark shadow was traced,
Is love a scar or an illusion of a memory?
Because my pains knocking on loves front door, yet it doesn’t remember me,
You see this man cries and forms puddles of pain lost from his eyes,
You see this man dies as he bathes in the salted oceans that formed of his cries,
You see this man speaks of pain the way I can’t explain,
As scars reopen and rip through his heart while the cold air pronounces her name,
Is love not a sin or is it a sin to love without showing them so,
Because I’ve loved her for so long and she was quick to let go,
You see this man cried without end as he fished in his ocean,
You see this man dies drowning in his love and in his lost emotion,
How can I show you my pain when words are lost in its trail?
How can I pretend to love you more and more if I would only fail,
How can I even attempt to smile when I’m miserable to your goodbye?
I fanaticize about love and remember her name and where love stood by,
And I fish in the ocean the man created searching for the man who created this pain,
When I finally realize I was the man crying alone and he shared my name..

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