Perdition

In tears that feign to be a slave with deeds That mourn my life and ousts the face of peace These sad bells ring with cries for now I grieve And bow my head because I cannot cease I choose the weight of ton and gloom of ache To lay in watch to mark the clock rush slow The pang of rail, the strike of steel to take With one foot in the pit of grave songs woe The sun has but to trade the dark to light But lost and fixed its loft clings far too high As cold and cloud have barred such smiles from sight To breach this heart so meek with sad lost cries Bound and caged it has penned my last good bye To spare this heart in dread to spurn or die December 28, 2020 Addiction Poetry Contest Sponsored by Rob Levasseur N/A 1-18-1021