Lost, At a Most High Cost

Lost, At A Most High Cost I will not become that image in your head Nor will I seek to change sincere heart in me. Alas! Not even if I find you are dead, and my heart's repentance was your last sad plea! You never knew the spirit within this man, one that refused to damage his soul for thee. Nay! You dare to ask more that I ever can, give up and yet still live a life that is free! We last spoke, you asked even more of my soul. Your hateful words rang like a loud clanging bell. True! They cut deeply and took a heavy toll. Yet my refusal saved me from living hell. You casted away our deep joy and sweet dreams. I paid that price, rejecting your selfish schemes! R.J. Lindley July 17th, 1976 Note: Old poem edited to meet eleven syllable count as meeting the ten syllable count was just too restrictive for my tastes.. Syllables Per Line: 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 Total # Syllables: 154 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 128