By: Terry D. Scheerer
On a vast, windswept shore
I mourn, oh, no more
For the love that now I’ve lost
and of what may be the cost.
Love’s trust once more is broken
With words but a fleeting token
Of things that were so softly said
Amid hidden pleasures within our bed.
Thus, I have set firm my mind
And now, hope but to find
In my death, the one true friend
That may be faithful, until the end.
About the Author
Terry D. Scheerer feels that his poetry reflects aspects of his life, much of which has been dark, dreary, full of pain, death, disappointment and disillusionment. But, then, whose life hasn’t been?