Tears of tomorrow
Cloud my vision
Words sent to proclaim
Sweep the universal chasm
And wrenched from agony
Blood soaked bandages tend my raw wounds
Healing the loneliness of silence
For in simple gestures
Extending your hand
Listening
As the darkness of pain
Is overcome in the light
So time vanishes.
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Written for Poets United – time
Life From A Park Bench 
Aw. That much love–love to heal woundedness and to erase time–is amazing. Would we could generate it for earth itself!
If only everyone could be so considerate so as to listen.. to erase another’s loneliness..time heals all our wounds.. perhaps that’s all what one needs..!
Well penned š
Yes, the simple gestures can be the most profound…
This poem expresses profound sadness, I think. With the tears of tomorrow & the raw wounds & loneliness of silence. I do hope there is someone who will listen as well as extend a hand.
“Listening as the darkness of pain is overcome by the light….” what every hurting heart would find comfort in. Beautiful and sad, Alan.
A very moving poem.
Alan,
You are quite right about the price paid to actually secure light, after the darkness of pain..I’d never quite thought about time in that context..A very deep poetic form of thought..
Eileen
“Extending your hand / Listening”…truly brings succor to life and Time loses its significance. …..a beautifully moving poem of healing….thanks for participating Alan š
Often being humane indicates that we are caring and sympathetic creatures. If only this were universally so. We have an uncanny knack of being the opposite.
Your poem reads like a prayer for kindness. I hope we all listen to it.
As the darkness of pain
Is overcome in the light
So time vanishes.
It can be frustrating to say the least! But it somehow must be endured! Well penned Alan!
Hank
Time heals everything, even the darkest wound. Nicely penned… š
Very vivid piece..the offering of a caring, listening hand means so very much
Your poem causes the reader to dig deep into themselves, the wounds, sadness, fears. What is worth losing, what isn’t worth vanishing?
Time is the greatest healer…a touching poem š
healing takes time, yet an out stretched hand and a listening ear, can be magical within the process
much love…
Oh how very true… If we only realised how quickly our time on earth passes, we would not waste our allotted time on hate and evil and pettiness and negativity… Beautiful!