Tag Archives: Wordsmith

What Are The Words?

What are the words
When all feels lost
When those you have loved
Are gathering moss?

What are the words
That one can say
To sooth a loved one
When one of theirs has been taken away?

What are the words
That one can give
To heal the living
As their dead once did?

What is the wording
That one can clasp
To lessen the burden
When even the sun seems black?

What is the phrase
That one can offer
That in a time so grave
Will at least seem proper?

What can you say
In moments so chilling
When someones very desire to live
May be losing its willing?

What can you say
To ease the pain
Of those whose lives
Will never be the same?

It seems there are no words
To give them strength
No matter how much deserved
Or how good their intent.

For when those loved
Are forever lost
There is only the inept words
‘Im so, so, sorry for your loss’.

© Daniel Breslin

We’re Done We’re Through

We’re done we’re through
It was fun knowing you
For a while a web was spun
I was all caught up in you.

Till a sinking sun
Revealed that skies of blue
Were all untrue
Lying in the shadows
Was another side of you.

Waiting to pounce
And trounce
This once soft but now hardened heart.
Sympathy? Not an ounce
As I bounce
Smiling, from the dark.

© Daniel Breslin

Waste

I had dreams you see
Put in front of me
That I could not chase

I had lust you see
But it must not be
Yet you must not waste

That’s what I was told
Growing old
Lessons of my youth

Now I’m here
It seems more clear
That’s not always the truth

For I see now
At times one must bow
to others and their will

When it does no good to row
Sometimes one must allow
Even though it kills.

© Daniel Breslin

We Had A Day

Come what may
What they may say
You and I, we had a day
I won’t forget it
Though I didn’t have my way
That bit I regret it
Though at the time I didn’t say.

Time slipped away
As quick as it had come
Said goodbye to the day
Soon as it had begun.
I suppose that is something to say
Must of meant we were having fun
I’ve a picture put away
In my mind forever hung.

© Daniel Breslin

Walls

I am sorry for my demeanor
If you found me to be rude
Just walls built over many years
I’m trying hard to lose.

I don’t open up to many
I’m not one to linger on blues
Much rather expending energy
On present and future moves.

If I am somehow dismissive
Or seem almost arrogant in my ways
May be likely my heart fears it wishes
To destroy the walls it built to save.

I am sorry for my demeanor
If you found me to be rude
Just walls built over many years
For you, I’m trying hard to lose.

© Daniel Breslin