Robert Lindley Poet Sonnet

In My Silence, Rests the Remains of a Slain Beast

In My Silence, Rests The Remains Of A Slain Beast

In my silence, rests the remains of a slain beast,
the gathering of wolves, to indulge in a feast.
Such was once not a defeat in deep shame
rather, a great victory in a man's family name.

This day I speak this truth, of the ancient past
cherished words of sweet life, such may be my last
True, once my walk was in the clouds, lofty air
of that memory, I now have far, far less care.

Sweet love and life, thy music no longer plays
my soul, no longer rejoices in its lost ways
A harsh reality has now ate deep into my bones
dark music plays and in its loud wicked tones.

In my silence, rests the remains of a slain beast,
the gathering of wolves, to indulge in a feast.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-27-2018

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Silent One February 28, 2018 at 2:25 PM It is always important to change if we have bad characteristics, sadly some do not even reaslie and never change.. this is an excelelnt sonnet and reflective poem..

Lin Lane February 27, 2018 at 9:45 AM Those two lines you've repeated are poetry to themselves. Farewell to that beast and hello to Robert Lindley...a better man.

Heidi Sands February 27, 2018 at 9:27 AM A deep, well expressed poem. Excellent, Robert :)