That Fateful Day, Lost
That Fateful Day, Lost
That fateful day all was shattered and lost
Lost! Pride saved but at what eternal cost!
Soon a wandering mist , sailing all alone
born of lies cutting so deeply into the bone
Months and years crashed forward within a rage
walking dead, eyes blinded upon a hated stage
Mercy an elusive goal, flees with silent steps
as beaten , battered soul sinks to darkest depths
Suddenly light streaked across that angry path
destroying betrayal , pain and such great wrath
How could this be, a Love grabbing hold of me
had not I cast aside such errant foolish plea?
Pride fled but never, not ever that precious Hope
mercy gifted to a spirit that simply could not cope!
Robert Lindley. 06-09-2014
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014
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