In the Shadowland

In The Shadowland In the Shadowland , where heartache and sorrow reign supreme, "darkness of pain" marches in ever gloomy fields with misery galloping and splashing in widely tragic streams blues stirring the worries to ever increase their yields! Sadness sings it's stampeding herd of very desperate woes, "pangs of loss" dancing in the dark forests so very deep stomping with glee all yet "untouched" fingers and toes where solace, healing and recovery so soundly sleeps! In the Shadowland, where loneliness and desperation screams, "evils of hate" invade and torment a ill-hurting mind shady little dark spirits cut away restful little dreams tiny blades slicing up everything so peaceful and kind! Robert Lindley, 05-28-2014 This is a rewrite from a poem I wrote back in the 80's. A bit shorter as rewritten and not an exact replication but my memory at 60 lags a tad. This was the results from having gone through a brutal divorce.