R. L. Mccallum Poet Rhyme

At the Precipice

At the precipice he stood nigh,
Contemplating tomorrow,
As thereof the darkness loom’d
With everlasting sorrow;
Then he peer’d into the chasm
To see the depths of his despair,
But then he heard his lov’r wailing,
For she had fallen there!

At the precipice he stood upon,
O’ near enough to fall,
For he’d lost his heart and soul
When sorrow came to call;
Then again he listen’d unto the chasm,
Where time doth ever flow,
And tho’ he heard his lov’r wailing,
He feared what was below!

At the precipice he stood upon,
For sadness drew him nigh,
As life had come to no direction
And no means to rectify;
Thus he listen’d unto the chasm
That now foretold his doom,
And he replied unto his lov’r,
For he’d be with her soon!

At the precipice he stood nigh,
As sadness would not abate,
And a voice from within the abyss
Had forespoken of his fate.
O, then as he peer’d into the chasm
He saw the depths of his despair,
Thus he too now dwells deep within,
For she had lured him there!

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Funom Makama October 30, 2015 at 7:21 AM This is lovely and great! I miss your work my dear poet. Refreshing... so refreshing!! R. L. Mccallum October 30, 2015 at 7:34 PM Thank you!