Dark Echoes Filled a Hurting Soul

Dark Echoes Filled A Hurting Soul Yes,I cursed at your altar,I broke from the strain Death caused me to falter,blues ate into my brain No measure of pity,could ever heal this broken soul Dark in the city,slashing me,taking a deadly toll. You laughed,at my wounds,spit at my returning love Like big waves hitting dunes,erosion ate from above Night brought,loneliness aplenty,more hurting sounds Never found,any kindness,yet cries were your hounds. Yes,I know the sorrow,the cutting of the fresh meat Nay,I never borrow,the stain of pity when you greet No heart,holds your soul,as your hate eats to feel Recovery,is my goal,as still I rejected your evil deal. Robert J. Lindley, 08-02-2015