Robert Lindley Poet Sonnet

Unrequited Love and Sad Nightly Calls

Unrequited Love And Sad Nightly Calls

Wherein solitude, shades long day's travails
my desire for your true love yet remains.
Nights arrive, I battle through living Hells
death knocking loud with heartbreaking pains!

O' that your deep sorrows, you had not found,
into your private island had not fled.
Now, I am buried in unholy ground (*suicide*)
each night a pale ghost rising from the dead!

Yet I struggle, in haste to fly to you
with ghostly arms, begging you to follow.
You heard sad moaning voice, asking not who
your refusals, bitter pills to swallow!

O' that I had lived and gave you my all.
You would love me, not hear such nightly calls.

R.J. Lindley,
August 7th, 1975
Sonnet on (Death, Unrequited Love and Suicide)

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Lin Lane December 13, 2019 at 9:59 PM What heartache must be felt in such a scenario. I'm happy to read some of your older verses. Robert. Robert Lindley December 14, 2019 at 4:47 PM Thank you my friend. I hope my older verses do not bore any person reading such. Looking back has become my new daily chore. There is a goldmine of pain back there. Many of its remnants still shadowing this old poetic soul today. I should perhaps thank that at least that it is prime fodder for writing and consider it a blessing, eh?? God bless.

David Mchattie December 13, 2019 at 12:06 PM Wonderful piece. Ah... regrets. I have many. But who knows what awaits us in the afterlife. If dying was a bad thing... everyone wouldn't do it. Have a great day my friend. Robert Lindley December 14, 2019 at 4:43 PM Thank you my friend. I suspect that many have a great many but so few dare write openly, deeply and, with truth about them, as a poet should do if willing to expose their soul, imho. God bless...

Kurt Ravidas December 13, 2019 at 11:50 AM An extraordinary sonnet. The strange rhythms, accents and brackets. An unrequited love is a pretty strange thing in itself, though. Drama in every stanza. Fave and gem. Robert Lindley December 14, 2019 at 4:41 PM Thank you my friend. Once I was prone to wake and write from dreams I had just dreamed. This appears to be one of those poems-thus it has that dreamscape edge to it. God bless.