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In This Silent Agony, Tears Flow As a Raging Flood
In This Silent Agony, Tears Flow As A Raging Flood In this silent agony, tears flow like a raging flood bluish storm enters to poison this aching blood beg I, no pain, no more pain, send heartaches no more no light exists, I weep upon dire desperation's floors I feel the lonely, icy deep cuts made against the grain lamenting nightmares of this never-ending pain, this dying soul, its dreams now panes of shattered glass beat I on this wall, as sorrows allow no hope to pass. In this silent storm, chilling blues- crying spirit invades life now has no norm, this world canceled its parade dawn its beauty now denies, its soul breaks and flays gone are loving and sweet joy, deeper are life's dark and grays I reach in the dying of the light, no hand do I find there is sad emptiness, tortures of every kind, talking to the heavens, their silence this soul slays hold I, love's empty chalice, as dying soul falls and prays. In this silent agony tears flow as a raging flood bluish storm enters to poison this aching blood no more pain, no more pain, please send heartaches no more there is no happiness, I weep on desperation's floors. Tobert J. Lindley August 30, 2020, For- Rob Carmack's : "Song I - Cold - Quiet Now Poetry Contest"
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