Five Curses

Foul infamy! You left into decay The noble home your kin earned with their blood! The crumbling walls stand proof that you must pay, And that despair will drag you through the mud. Lone misery! How truly fateful it must be The errors of green youth to see at last, To taste of bitterness and sense the vast And scorching desert of a conscience never free! Grim idleness! The silver gleam of dawn Is but a horrid cloud of gloom upon your realm! Unmoved by faith or hope, you whine and yawn And wither in remorse when at the helm. Blue melancholy! Dreadful is your heavy weight When lifeless winter plagues the sullen heart And hopes or cherished dreams are torn apart While old remorses sing their songs too late! Crass ignorance! How many times you’ve crashed The ship of steadfast toil upon the shore of doom! The sturdy boat by soaring cliffs was smashed The day you dug the mariners their tomb. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com