Below is the poem entitled I Shall Have To Cross The Darkness Alone which was written by poet
Nadela. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Jecon B. Nadela
(Dedicated to my wife and children. My sincere apologies for my failures and short-comings)
As the closing of the day is nearing
I ponder the things I could have done
Picking each if I had been erring
Or had I done for purpose or for fun.
If a work that is fully accomplished
Have its merits subjected to envy
I shall gladly share my precious harvest
To help a fellow make his day.
For I couldn’t have it in my conscience
The slight guilt of being fortunate
That in the middle of my convenience
Someone has a hard time for something to get.
If by chance or valid reason
I could get a better share
For the sake of life’s old lesson
I shall give up to be fair.
That in life there are some choices
Often hard for me to make
And as the sun won’t stall in one place
With mine haste I could have mistake.
Then sooner may come chaos
By a wrong step my heart be spoiled
Can’t help but being anxious
That I might sacrifice my toil.
Albeit, let there be no one
To bear with me of my pain
Even the closest someone
Who’s been with me thru the rain.
When the nightfall finally takes over
Cancelling reasons for me to be around
Let my love stays where there is flicker
I shall have to cross the darkness alone.
Date & Time Writing:
December 7, 2011
3:45pm – 4:20pm
I've been irregular to my shop for the past several days as I had been preoccupied with various endeavors that might help augment my present business. All those constraints and pressures were not so much of a problem to me in spite of the fatigue; in fact, challenging and intellectually stimulating. What bothers me is the pain and discomfort I could hear from the love ones around me that if only I have the resources to shoulder their needs and the chance to bear the agony for their stead then I would. Such trouble led me to the writing of this poem.