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Best Poems From
DARREL KINCAID
(March 26,1957 to?)
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The Gain of Loss
Hardest of Lifes lessons is loss,
In which having becomes without,
When complete changes to shatters,
That what was full is, just an emptiness,
And guided becomes lost.
Security of knowing, fades to a memory,
Images of Love, become dreams,
Security of touch, a sensation ebbed away,
And Loneliness becomes company.
When the weakened Heart, strengthens,
tired from the weariness, of loss,
Growing, of the last Love,
To become the strength,
Of the next.
Lesson learned, is not to Love less,
With Loss,
lesson is, to learn to Love Grander,
With Gain.
DARREL KINCAID
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When Depression Owns the Heart.........
.......It's a depression so deep it finds a way into the Soul,
traveling through every pore of your Heart.
A depression so enlarged, it encompasses every bit
of your Reality,
leaving that Reality, a mere cloudy memory.
A depression so dense, it compresses every will
you once had,
bowing you down to accept that will, as it's own.
A depression so devious it takes you piece by piece,
consuming, each piece,
day by day.
A depression so truly disheartening,
it Leaves You,
with no other emotions.
A depression so dangerous,
it slaughters,
Everything.
Inside.
Of You.
DARREL KINCAID
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The Whispering of Me.
Such noise as I make, just silence to some.
My contrite emotions, in company with one.
The simplicity of Life, as Grand as I see.
Is a Miracle in itself, yet heard by only me.
DARREL KINCAID
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An Angel in Your Midst
You have an angel here beside you,
feeling vaguely familiar to you,
yet still,
quite unknown.
Your life placed serenely in his hands,
yet aside he steps, for knowing the need you give,
to living your life,
your own.
With love deep within himself of you,
one as tender as the moisture from his tears.
His utter existence, to be here for you,
his purpose of want and desire,
to hold away your fears.
Wanting an eternity of bliss for you,
but knowing the reality of the fact,
you'll settle for just a few years.
His longing to cradle you tenderly in his arms,
away a distance from your own mistakes,
and of the worlds most painful harms.
Still he stands quietly beside you,
constantly aching,
deeply within his soul.
Wanting to listen to a silence,
from the volume of regrets,
screaming from your heart,
as it tries so,
so hard,
to feel whole
DARREL KINCAID
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