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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