For the first time in a number of week is a topic stood out within my mind, that I was all but waiting to compose todays poem. I have also been working on composing poem that would have dual or triple meanings running through them. Todays poem is one such attempt at this, multiple meanings.
One such theme as it were is of a Christian or Faith centered poem. Where one finds themselves stranded, lost or distant from God in what they call the lands of the enemy. One who knows or knew a Christian Faith lifestyle will know such feelings and meanings in this poem from that stand point.
On another front it is of a lover who finds themselves apart from their love. Where everything that keeps them from their love has become their enemy. Thus a struggle to function to normaliity without their love. Where Hate that is seen all too often within society and Love have at time become foggy and any division lines are now blurred.
I do hope that you understand these meanings and what lays behind this poem. Therefore I hope that you enjoy this Poem:
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On The Borderline
Borderline, here stuck in this land alone,
Underground hidden where winds left me blown.
My enemies surround watching this close,
Disguised I wander about through all lows.
Yet Silver or Gold cannot buy your Love,
Hands from above guide me there like a dove.
Cold north winds have blown me far from your side,
Steeds could take me o’er land or foam with pride.
Where Hate disguised as Love cannot be true,
As midterm blues in spin-cycle cut through.
The wasteland of despair waiting there too,
Tasting the land of the enemy grew.
In the lands of my fathers there I cry,
Tides as high as the sky I still apply.
My heart as deep and dark with hidden stare,
Unknown outside here hatred burns to scare.
Love abides with you waiting to consume,
Still I linger here with impending doom.
Come now, yet rescue me release my chains,
From bondage that keeps me here without gains.
© Pat Fitzgerald 2023
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