Letter from a Lost Soul.

Dear Mary,

Many moons have passed

Since my blood thirsty hands wrote to you.

I should have kept vigil with time

But he sabotaged me

And left me craving for silence.

I’m in a faraway land

Searching for meaning

To my prideful heart struck

By the lightening of your touch

Which I doused

With my inflated ego.

.

I was taught that the man

Should be strong

But I took it far

Making you the dumbbells with which

I wrestled with.

.

I’ve not realised my wrong

All I know is this feeling

Of emptiness that arises

Anytime I remember

How your cries and sobs

Never once froze my hand in time.

.

I thought I was manly

Each time anger sets up camp

In my heart

Moments when

my food doesn’t race to the table

In time to be blessed by the salivary fire

From my mouth.

.

I thought being a man

Required breaking the honey pot

And draining it of every sweetness

Leaving the Bees groaning in pain and hurt.

.

Dear Mary,

I’m sorry.

.

I’m sorry

I made you hollow

And threw away our vows

Along with the missing piece

Of your heart.

.

I don’t know how to get them back

For I’ve tried asking soberness

To go hunting with me

But he took me into the bottom

Of Heineken

And made me swim in the highness of heroine.

.

Dear Mary,

I’m no hero

I’m no lover

I’m a lost soul whose mission

Is to find the missing pieces

Of our jigsaw puzzles.

.

Dear Mary,

I’ll be back soon.

But I promise

I’ll come with change and his hordes

Of love and humility.

.

Until then

Keep forgiving me

And maybe

I’ll find what makes me tick.

.

Yours Sincerely,

John Mark.

But he sabotaged me

And left me craving for silence.

.

I’m in a faraway land

Searching for meaning

To my prideful heart struck

By the lightening of your touch

Which I doused

With my inflated ego.

.

I was taught that the man

Should be strong

But I took it far

Making you the dumbbells with which

I wrestled with.

.

I’ve not realised my wrong

All I know is this feeling

Of emptiness that arises

Anytime I remember

How your cries and sobs

Never once froze my hand in time.

.

I thought I was manly

Each time anger sets up camp

In my heart

Moments when

my food doesn’t race to the table

In time to be blessed by the salivary fire

From my mouth.

.

I thought being a man

Required breaking the honey pot

And draining it of every sweetness

Leaving the Bees groaning in pain and hurt.

.

Dear Mary,

I’m sorry.

.

I’m sorry

I made you hollow

And threw away our vows

Along with the missing piece

Of your heart.

.

I don’t know how to get them back

For I’ve tried asking soberness

To go hunting with me

But he took me into the bottom

Of Heineken

And made me swim in the highness of heroine.

.

Dear Mary,

I’m no hero

I’m no lover

I’m a lost soul whose mission

Is to find the missing pieces

Of our jigsaw puzzles.

.

Dear Mary,

I’ll be back soon.

But I promise

I’ll come with change and his hordes

Of love and humility.

.

Until then

Keep forgiving me

And maybe

I’ll find what makes me tick.

.

Yours Sincerely,

John Mark.

Written by Miracle Quist.

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