by Todd A. Robertson

Words can come from many places... angry remarks, flippant humor, touching moments, personal reflection, emotional highs, or lows ... These are words that have come from all of those places. My words.

Love is a Four Letter Word

Searing swords of spite
lashing tongues, injuring words
a wounded dove takes flight
slicing through the heavens
lashing out at clouds
feeling hearts so heavy
wading through the crowds
a rebel rose in a sea of weeds
unrequited love and unmet needs
running along a circus wire
just wanting to be loved, needed, desired
how much longer must it wait?
it's raining and I stand keyless at this locked gate
if the only alternative is hate then I'll just jump over
besides it's getting kind of late
dawn closes in and out rolls the tide
time to put away anger, hate and foolish pride
in the house where these fiends live love can never reside
pull up the sheets, turn out the light
say a short goodbye to a long, loveless night
I think I'll try again tomorrow...