Release Poem by lee robin thomas

a bright morning
the cool breeze and sun
yet I feel between darkness
and your letter hasn't come

I hear the voices
the echos and the trails
a shadow and a fear
the sound of a dying grail

and you are busy sleeping
your eyes closed and far from here
they say you are a sham
but I love you still my dear

I worry that I'll fail
to make a man of me
the past was filled with horror
and my future I cannot see

so I write a little worry
I talk to myself at best
and wish to hear your laughter
which would put my fears to rest

the animals seem rested
my mother seems alas
I seem like I am wasting
every second in this class

so come fast patience
fill my mind with calm
I try to do no injustice
I try to do no harm

if I walk a middle path
and walk gently on this land
if I kiss the cursing waters
and hold the hurting sand

will you find me on my own
working hard at peace
learning how to love you
and waiting for release