Aching Nights and Hopelessly Sad Morn
Aching Nights And Hopelessly Sad Morn
Aching nights and hopelessly sad morn
my life torn, ripped and nailed;
each day dark hours sliced and dice,
misery applauding as I failed
not once nor even twice but thrice!
Each day, worries eat into this fate
watered soup- soul needs more;
so lost, lost as three blind mice,
this aching heart dares score
as if my deep pain does not suffice!
Dare I question my dark lot in life
In ashes pray a blessing sweet;
nay, such a supplication reflects,
forlorn spirit admits defeat
epic moaning that never connects!
Tomorrow hints at miracles to come
fine ship, vast oceans to sail;
winds blowing, waters calm and blue,
relief given from a dark hell
a destined pilgrimage seeking you!
Robert J. Lindley , 10-03-2015
Note--" Thrice" | Define Thrice at Dictionary.com
three times, as in succession; on three
occasions or in three ways. 2. in threefold
quantity or degree. 3. very; extremely.
Origin of thrice. Expand. Middle English
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
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