Love Poem: Merchant
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Written by: Jerry Golden

Merchant

Hold on to yourselves 
It’s going to be a long one

I forgive you but I do not
Remember me 
Or have you forgotten
I am the soul of Martha Carrier 
I am the cold amongst un-forgiven barriers
If life were as smooth as fairytales 
I’d lust with Arial

Young Goodman Brown
Trust is often dreamt upon
But never truly found
Marry me not
For Religion is often a foolish sound
I am the trust that never funds
The river that seas beyond and will never bond
I am the tissue that forever mends our scars visible
I am the light that shines only in hopes that my shadow may dim

I am, I am, Sam, I am not
Though my summers shall hoist the founding days
Oh I am 
I am an artist amongst poets severely recognized    
I am the misery, the matter that pours from within your eyes
I am the cake, the plate, 
The smile which your child exhibits on common days
I am the Shakespeare within in lyrics 
The only god to bring about tragedies to treasure 
With out the theatre in play

The hollow that sleeps not to wish nor weep upon tomorrow
I am the founder of nothing
The whereabouts of that slave in Sounder
Who found more than nothing
Will you remind me when my days have finally dissolved? 
Upon my graven lay I may receive but random applauds 

I am the love you lost 
The dove
Your lost savior 
Stricken upon a cross
Get over yourself world
My cape 
My suede 
My vengeance 
Receive my blade 
Farewell love 
All is well