He Was Saved
Poetry of love
Published in
Jun 3, 2021
Always
he was saved,
And sometimes
he was lost
in his own way.
His mind
took on a view,
That nothing I could do
would make a
difference.
That didn’t stop my love,
Attending to old hope
with true
conviction.
But mostly
he was gone,
So now
I’m just a ghost
that sees a
vision.
For someday
when he’s fine,
He’ll pass
before my eyes
and be
forgiven.
© America Zed. Other Poetry by America Zed.
