I Pilgrim Seeking Truth Before the Grave
I Pilgrim Seeking Truth Before The Grave
The night so craves,
the languishing moonlit echoes of the seas
yet the blood in this poor soul, strives to save
the immense beauty of earth, sky and trees
I, pilgrim seeking truth before the grave
search heavens for inspirational decrees,
The night so screams,
wailings of humanity's blinded wailings
yet in the gasps, and dying of the dreams
darkness amplifies the mortal failings
and gazing stars cast down glittering beams
on sad empty ships hellbent on sailing,
The night weeps,
are we destined to enjoy dawn's new light
while we took needed pause daring to sleep
our dark world so gifted us greater plights
we of weaken flesh our hopes strive to keep
amidst the rain of such horrific sights,
The night so craves,
the languishing moonlit echoes of the seas
yet the blood in this poor soul, strives to save
the immense beauty of earth, sky and trees
I, pilgrim seeking truth before the grave
search heavens for inspirational decrees.
Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme
Note:
In this dark world fate lessens man's power,
Setting up prison cells in dark towers
While life races forth into future plains
Evil spreads birthing its usual pains
O' but some in faith dare to believe
True light will destroy all that so deceives.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment