Him.

poem by: Taha Hassan
Written on Nov 01, 2017

He was there, when they wanted to hurt her.
He was there, to stop them in their tracks dead.
He was there, when the kid vented his strife,
He was there, to hear everything he said.

He was there, when everyone laughed at her.
He was there, to shield her from breaking 'part.
He was there, when they ruined his life.
He was there, to mend back his broken heart.

He was there, when no one was there with her.
He was there, for the simple sake to be.
He was there, when hearing was much harder.
He was there, even when he could not be.

He was there, when his world simply shattered.
He was there, to pick every piece that mattered.

He was there, whenever he was needed.
But no one was there, to help him when he needed.

-By Taha

 

Tags: Sad, Beat, Faith, Anger, Inspirational, Pain, Dark, Imagery, Deep,

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Lily Waites commented on Nov 01, 2017 at 7:30am
Taha, I can relate to this. Great poem, considering you only recently wrote it. I really do like the last stanza the most. Do keep it up. -L
Frank Hornby . commented on Nov 01, 2017 at 11:51am
That's typical......good poem..
Christopher Russon commented on Nov 01, 2017 at 5:33pm
This is so true it is often the situation in life.Lovely poem Taha.
Christopher Russon commented on Nov 01, 2017 at 5:33pm
This is so true it is often the situation in life.Lovely poem Taha.
Janet Vick commented on Nov 15, 2017 at 2:09pm
A thought provoking write. I can read this as a special someone who was always there for others but I can also read this as Christ being there as He always is. Janet
Taha Hassan commented on Nov 15, 2017 at 5:02pm
Thank you for all your considerate and lovely comments ^^ ... sorry I havent been online lately because I was sick.

 

 

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