Sitting In Darkness, Demons Are the Hosts
Sitting In Darkness, Demons Are The Hosts
On edge, can not see CLEAR sun as it shines
rather seek blood letting from prickly vines
No rhyme or reason, enters such lost mind
just misery and pain- of the worst kind
Into deep valleys, filled with raging ghosts
sitting in darkness, demons are the hosts
Foraging for rope- to hang, end it all
there, unmindful of any healing call
Found, greatest bliss in saturating pain
praying, another desert with no rain
When last shadow brings WITH IT, that last chance
ask for no music but get up and dance
On edge, can not see dear Life as it shines
Step back on the Path, leave those prickly vines
Robert J. Lindley, 10-08-2016
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 15 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 110
Note- Most of these verses came to me in a dream...
Could remember all but the last two...
Had to search to find that ending mere minutes ago..
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