A Darkened Path

A Darkened Path l. Into a dark hallway I pass through rest relics of dead days and dark nights; my body ever so sorely bruised, the pains speed me onward into another realm, gathering strength to fight this new abode so like my imagined image of raging in hell ll. Down from nowhere flies rays of purple rage a past deliverance from bygone age, as those cuts soak my heart in saddened blood; stones pile neatly around my deadened feet a tribute to my callous heart and ways, another justice blocking my desired path lll. A window opens into a shining room, the glare sings out words that so shock, my eyes see but my ears fail me now as silence binds with words in the air; death rests within the next door in my path I that embraced rage with such delightful passion find no comfort in this massive new fear, a fruit of my dark days racing upon this earth with hate in my heart and a mouth full of dirt Robert Lindley, 1978 Note-- Written so long ago. Very rarely did I write in any form other than rhyme. tucked into an old book. I was shocked to find this written in a letter that I never sent, then tucked into an old book.