Born To Walk, a Dark Path of Jagged Stones
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Robert J. Lindley, 4-21-2018
Sonnet, ( The Dark That Holds Its Prey)
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 100
Born To Walk, A Dark Path Of Jagged Stones
Born to walk, a dark path of jagged stones
too oft full of mistakes and ragged moans,
lone flying feather, blown in raging storm
black-hand of death, tis but our aging norm.
Begging for more Time, with sorrowing pleas
doomed within forest of narrowing trees,
searching for some hope, its reckoning halls
forest echoes, with our beckoning calls.
Bereft of light, tumbling as desert weeds
in abject darkness, mumbling out our needs,
forever seeking more, that fleeting dream
yet we live as a lost, retreating team.
We exist, much like constant flying birds.
We resist, hesitant to seek truth's words.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-21-2018
Sonnet, ( The Dark That Holds Its Prey)
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 100
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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