Silent Mourning

the bitter quest for a heart that is in unrest through tough times we go
my flesh has a bitter taste raptured through the aura of vain unrest
all of life is a test getting behind the squeeky wheel thinking to yourself
in visions cascading through the very fiber of my existence join in the resistance
come on and take a chance at which permeates fresh thoughts within
a soul is reckless if not found it wanders through corridors vast intense
love has gained it also has lost in humanites heaviest of cost
when I sleep at night I see your face I can't go on without your love
in a dream my love you will find my heart to make a fresh start
all for the inner hope of what you have been living for
we grasp for straws only to find a reason for believing in the changing of the season
without any reason let's climb toward destiny's ladder without any falter
to begin to prepare are hearts for the great here after

Silent mourning with tears in my eyes traveling through a vast domain
not having you in my arms is driving me totally insane
love is the essence of my inner existence through the duration of time
take hold of my hand and you will understand to find a peace that passes all understanding
real love is developed over time in needs to be challenged with tests
without growth the soul will fold amidst the over load
a challenge to be free is a question of time
two souls in deep passion you will know what I'm asking for
you say you really love me and I'm always on your mind
you have to prove your love is true to me
let are inner hearts unfold to what we are truly searching for
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Mario William Vitale

Mario William Vitale is a twentieth century poet. He has developed a style of free verse. Has written over one thousand poems. more…

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