Robert Amure Poet Rhyme

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This is NOT advisable reading when in a fragile state of mind. I have to enter into a very dark place to compose these types - after trying to understand the depths of despair to which the human mind plunges - and it's not very nice.

Strangely though the only two people I know, who unfortunately suffer such bouts, absolutely LOVE these poems!?!? I can only suppose it helps them relate.

The Dullest Days

The Dullest Days

The darkest days consume my heart
A thousand laden clouds within my chest
Burst forth within to flood my being
And life is now just one big jest.

The sun shall scorch my Summer joys
While piercing winds drill through my bones
These dreary days to quench my thirst
And life is all haphazard tones

These songs of ills I make my song
To dreaded tunes of death I dance.
The August rains have lashed my brows
These bloodied tears they so enhance.

Oh Grief; with me awhile; my behest
I choke with every breath I take!
The swell of pain within my breast
Confirms my life one sad mistake!

I shall perish with the leaves of Autumn
As I cling in vain to burning air.
My days are bound with fetid fate
So stumble as I burdens bear

See me; see sorrow, this corrupted breath
Forsaken my soul; even death rejects me
Touch me; feel grief of living in death
With fate I comply, now fait accompli.

The Valley of Corpses [my Sweet Paradise!]
Gift me your sorrows, to make me my bed
Mine is a life - of maggots and lice
Festering wounds, and sores in my head.

I lay in my grave and woke up face down…
…..the May shoots of Spring form a noose.
My coffin of thorns, is now my death gown
The rotting of flesh they abuse.

My terrors of nights is the darkness of Hell
….The scourge of my soul a Godsend
The fires of Hades can’t burn a burnt shell
The dullest of days my true friend.


							(The Fg 81.5.8)

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Jeannie Cronin December 1, 2015 at 2:51 PM Oh the dreaded fears of a faithless end... I do not envy the state of mind it takes to accept such a fate. Peace and blessings to you Robert.

Old Buck December 1, 2015 at 11:48 AM Robert: My mind has been to some of those places. It is no place to linger. Thanks for sharing. oldbuck